All I Think Bout Yeat

[Intro]
Ba—, huh, Ba-Ba, bags

[Chorus]
All I think about is fucking bags (All these racks)
All I think about is fucking bans (Yeah, money)
All I think about is fucking bands (Yeah)
Bitch pull up and suck me out my pants (Aye, woah, aye)
My best friend is dead presidents (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just bought the Cayenne and it came another tint (Skrrt)
Heard the wock is in the jolly, bitch, I'm sippin' on some Tris (Sippin' on wock still)
What you said, yeah, 'bout the Benjamins? (What?)
What you said, yeah, I got a temperament (Huh)
What you said, yeah, lil shawty suck like peppermints (What, hold on)
What you said, yeah, you come talkin' bout some evidence (What, what, what)
I just turnеd a five to a si-i-ixty
I just told you all what it is-is-is-is (Yeah, what it is)
My bitch just said I got stupid as shit
It's the Pеrcs, bae (What?), it is what it is (Go, go)