Articuno Wrist - Ramirez

I need dough, I need cash

I need guala, I need racks

I need cheese, I need green

I need money I’m a fiend

I count chips, I flip bricks

I fuck your bitch in my whip

Flick the wrist, cook the shit

Niggas know I stay equipped

Chopping blades up in that Cadillac

Dropping off some more macs

Smoking on the fat sack

Little killers out so watch your back

There’s blood all on the ceiling

But the bodies laying on the floor

Fiending for a massacre

Triple six is in this hoe

I need dough, I need cash

I need guala, I need racks

I need cheese, I need green

I need money I’m a fiend

I count chips, I flip bricks

I fuck your bitch in my whip

Flick the wrist, cook the shit

Niggas know I stay equipped

I said fall off

These niggas don’t know I smoke too much

I need a cough drop

I pull up with the fucking cannon

Grab the sawed-off

I need that loot inside my hand

I’ll take your top off

I call my cousin then I tell him

At the drop off

You fake thugging all on Twitter

Youse a knock off

I need dough, I need cash

I need guala, I need racks

I need cheese, I need green

I need money I’m a fiend

I count chips, I flip bricks

I fuck your bitch in my whip

Flick the wrist, cook the shit

Niggas know I stay equipped