Flexing with the outfit I got from my check
Fresh tunes I haven't ****** with yet
I'm chilling going to watch the sun set
I'm broke because these dead presidents left my wallet
My bills stay haunted
But with homies I've got
The people I chill with a lot
Nothing can touch it because it's priceless
Homie grabbed me a cold one to chill out
Y'all got cappuccinos I've got some Busch latte