Tip

[Intro]
Uh, yeah

[Verse]
I'ma skrrt in the whip
Make her twerk, I don't tip
What's the worst? I forget
Diamonds chirp on my neck
Just left Earth, I'm on a jet
I'm goin' first, I heard you left
Countin' racks, poppin' tags
Gucci bag, too much flex
I don't stress, I'm way too pressed
Hundred racks up on my neck
I'm in that trap, I don't ever lack
I don't never slack
Haha, never that
I'ma get the racks
Two-tone Patek on my neck, watch me flex
Always flexed up, I be drippin' in the flesh
Hold up, wait, let me relax