Lyrics INTRO - YHL Bran

(M-Marley get on bass)
Uh uh
Uh uh uh
Uh uh uh
Uh uh
Let's go

Let's go
Uh, racks in the attic
Addicted to money I think I'm an addict
Bought a new choppa it came automatic
Foreign my whip and it came with some gadgets
Designer my denim I got em from Static
VVS diamonds they hit like some static
I can't tell the time when I look at my patek
Fucking on models I can't go back average
Use to be poor but now I'm living lavish
Put up the rarri I'll fuck round and crash
All of this cash I need more room to stash it
These niggas my sons when it comes to this fashion
Tipping these strippers when I'm up in Magic
This money ain't nothing they really can have it
When I say I'm up I ain't popping no addy
Keeping my ratchet you won't catch me lacking

This the intro
And it pop like a glock gen four
Heard you work with the cops telling info
You bound to get wrapped like some tin foil
Hop in the foreign call it getting low
Smoking on Cookies went Melrose
Play and wiping his damn nose
Sell out a show by the damn rows

How the concrete grow a damn rose
I'm one of a kind if I say so
When you balling like this you can't lay low
I got dollars and euros and pesos
I got colorful diamonds like rainbows
I can go places you can't go
I got more whips than Django
This a hellcat the durango
Matte black with the green glow
Backpack full of green folks
Put that shit on I'm so clean
I just went Number Nine jeans
I just went New York Supreme
You won't catch me on a meme
I been dipping in Celine
I just pulled up new Saleen

This the intro
And it pop like a glock gen four
Heard you work with the cops telling info
You bound to get wrapped like some tin foil
Hop in the foreign call it getting low
Smoking on Cookies went Melrose
Play and wiping his damn nose
Sell out a show by the damn rows