Intro

Bust out collected, we walk out respected

Ain't hiding from shit who gon' tuck in they necklace

Think that he up cause he talking a lil reckless

A man with some money that's her type of fetish

Bitch come outside and come hang with the fellas

I pop my shit ain't gon' care what you tell us

Its Chevy or Tesla, might need an umbrella

Cause Houston'll wet ya (like us)

How many grams can I fit in this blunt

Need another me to go do that stunt

Already told you I do what I want, what you make in a month I make that in a day