Pour me up
Money bag, money bag, money bag (Trench money)

Money bag, pockets fat, haters mad (Yeah)
Pour the pack, pour the rest for the past (Woah)
They don't know nothin' 'bout us
but they know what we had (Trap house)
No, y'all ain't nothin' like us, yeah
y'all goin' out sad (Trap house)
Smoke the pack, hurt my rib, hurt my chest (Woah)
I only got two lines, yes, I'm gon' pour the rest
Pour the rest, pour the rest, pour to rest
A new AP, hop out Bentley, I'm so damn blessed
Ayy, pour the rest, pour the rest, pour the rest
I can't even call no friends, I don't really got none left
I can't even pour no lines, I don't really got none left
I gotta go re-up, the plug just got some more
That's it, pop a 10, Vicodin (Woah)
I can't even pop no pill, the plug don't got none yet (Woah)

Yeah, yeah, woah