[Chorus: Slim-Bono, Mykael Quinntyn & Robbie Rube]
I put 20 on my bag, damn, where we goin’
Bugatti watch on my hand, now my wrist’s rollin’
Drink a 40 on my hand, cause there’s no smokin’
I done made it to the top, now there's no jokin’
Missed potential, miss one, just keep scrollin’
Drown in pussy, now our body’s already floatin’
I put 20 on my bag, damn, where we goin’
Bugatti watch on my hand, now my wrist’s rollin’
Drink a 40 on my hand, cause there’s no smokin’
[Verse 1: Mykael Quinntyn]
3 circles, now 6 circles, bitch it’s a three Audi Mafia
If money was a person, it will be diagnosed with insomnia
I know you hate me, your friends double hate me
Well if it wasn’t for them, I swear they wouldn’t make me
Pinky promise ruined that he didn’t chase Kaylee
Rolling papers for the smoke, on a daily
Make dizzy on a 360, you can’t move on
Guess you're stuck at 180
Goin’ back and forth, stuck in the middle like Army Navy
Diamond shape when I do push ups
Diamonds on my neck, neck bout’ to blow up
Don’t be like my dad, man’s didn’t show up
He got a glow up at the strip club
What's the worst that can happen
Unless the response is fucked-up
[Chorus: Slim-Bono, Mykael Quinntyn & Robbie Rube]
I put 20 on my bag, damn, where we goin’
Bugatti watch on my hand, now my wrist’s rollin’
Drink a 40 on my hand, cause there’s no smokin’
I done made it to the top, now there's no jokin’
Missed potential, miss one, just keep scrollin’
Drown in pussy, now our body’s already floatin’
I put 20 on my bag, damn, where we goin’
Bugatti watch on my hand, now my wrist’s rollin’
Drink a 40 on my hand, cause there’s no smokin’
[Verse 2: Slim-Bono]
Scenarios about the things we’d do in 20 minutes
Purple sprite and high as fuck, I can see Grimace
Poppin’, poppin’ pills like its no pain
Snakes on board, ain’t survive’ in this one plane
When the boy in the streets, body gets paranoid
The path for money-money I can’t avoid
Alot of fuckin’ talking, a paragraph I get annoyed
Sellin’ rocks by 21
Bitches can’t already tell me that I’m the one
A fuckin’ drug, shit, I’m on one
In this small ass hotel I’ll show you fun
Building up to a mansion, theres no fuckin’ next
Fuck my ex, the bitch ain’t gettin’ sex
Uh, a new lover, you know she gettin’ great sex
[Chorus: Slim-Bono, Mykael Quinntyn & Robbie Rube]
I put 20 on my bag, damn, where we goin’
Bugatti watch on my hand, now my wrist’s rollin’
Drink a 40 on my hand, cause there’s no smokin’
I done made it to the top, now there's no jokin’
Missed potential, miss one, just keep scrollin’
Drown in pussy, now our body’s already floatin’
I put 20 on my bag, damn, where we goin’
Bugatti watch on my hand, now my wrist’s rollin’
Drink a 40 on my hand, cause there’s no smokin’
[Verse 3: Robbie Rube]
Before she met me, she had it with the red flags
Younger, backpacks, I’m older, money in the bags
I ain’t touch shit and turns gold, danger tags
Ay, just checked the time on my brand new watch
Took the whisky then took all of the brand new scotch
I’m the better one since I took your spot
Got a new Aud, brand new home, brand new enemies
Sing for money, sing out the melodies
On some soccer shit, call out a penalty
Make new money rock a fake smile
Rap faster, make it faster than 8 miles
Bring the old me back, it’ll take a while
But I killed it years ago, new me became hostile
21 Jump Street, 21 Jump Street, it turned 22
Drinkin’ and smokin’, girl this shit isn’t nothin’ new
Even if you fit on it, you won’t know what its like on my shoes
A friendship cut is what I just threw
[Outro: Mykael Quinntyn]
Uh, huh, uh
