Cut the act lyrics

[Hook]
I know you wanna ride with me lil baby, let's f*ck up some cash
I got a bad ass b*tch, she ain't got no tiddies, but she got a ass
I'm in the back of the plane, counting 'em bands, yeah I love them bands (yeah)
b*tch I pop percocets, I don't smoke no gas (yeah,yeah)
Ten bands in my pocket, I ain't tryna brag (yea, yeah)
Going way harder this year, I know they mad, (yeah)

[Verse]
My n*gga he crazy, he shooting out this matte black
Pull up to party you know all my n*ggas we strapped
Cut the act lil' boy, you know you ain't sippin' on act
Bought my b*tch a necklace, now we match
n*ggas was up in the field like they ran track
She said I'm "the [?] can you cover my rent?"
b*tch keep tryna make plans
Hellcat, yeah it's quicker than sand
We gon shop whenever we land
b*tch don't call my phone, I told you I'ma call you back when I can
Crazy how these drugs put me in a trance

[Verse 2]
Boy, you better not put no b*tch over some money
n*gga like me let my b*tch count up my money
And a n*gga like you [?] dumbass
And my n*gga really really really clutching on that Hellcat
30's on my wrist and I'm like okay
Flooded out my b*tch and she like okay
I just wanna know if you okay
You just always want it your way
[Hook]
I know you wanna ride with me lil' baby, let's f*ck up some cash
I got a bad ass b*tch she ain't got no tiddies, but she got a ass
I'm in the back of the plane, counting 'em bands, yeah I love them bands (yeah, yeah)
b*tch I pop percocets, I don't smoke no gas (yea)
Ten bands in my pocket, I ain't tryna brag (yea)
Going way harder this year, I know they mad, (yeah)