Verse]

Money, color peacock

Thuggin' in my Reeboks, cut the dreads and re-lock

Buck the feds, I buck the feds, you buck the feds and link up

I'ma Z but my diamonds V cuts, who got it disguised as free lunch

I don't want nothin' free, bring me a Cardi B

Nickname Cardiak, makin' it hard to match

I whip me a harder batch

I took every loss, I knew I was gon' win for the better

Young nigga with the crazy crew, they think he playin' with the devil

Like, ain't it true you like to sang to the devil?

Keep the stick like crazy glue, but I had to put it together