[Intro: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
(Perfect!)
Uh
Uh (Oh-oh, oh)
Oh-oh, oh (Oh-oh, oh)
Yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
(We love you, Tecca)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
I know we on one, in the bank-teller (Woah), my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas (Yeah)
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger (Bigger)
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money (A lil' money)
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country (Bye-bye)
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones (One of them ones)
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds (What you say? Hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
I just called that boy, I said, "We gotta run that shit up now" (It's us)
I hit it one time then I say she gotta get up now (Can't fuck)
They didn't pick up when I called, but guess who they be calling now? (On my line)
Yeah, they used to hate, but fuck it, nigga, 'cause we balling now (Shoot)
I just want some top, she pull her pants down, so I'm stallin' now
I just made six figures off of StockX, that's my calling now
Paid a thousand for this cut, I need it even all around
I seen this shit go up for you, baby, now it's fallin' down (On God)
Told that bitch I be runnin' my check up
Makin' money, investin' in Tesla (Tesla)
I don't hear it, lil' bitch, oh, you said somethin'?
Oh, you don't got a strap? Better get one
They say, "Tecca, it's you I'ma bet on"
Bet on the gang 'cause he gon' put the set on"
Pullin' up, fishbowl, two-seater with three hoes

[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Lil Tecca]
Two lil' black boys gettin' rich (Rich), quarter million on the wrist (Ooh)
I can speak for Lil Tecca when I say his momma happy as shit (You right)
I can speak for Lil Tecca when I say his homeboys got a stick (You right)
We just hop in that Masi', put some Forgi's on them shits (Skrrt)
I can make one call and hear that skrrt sound (Skrrt, skrrt)
We gon' clear the scene if there's some birds 'round (Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp)
Oh, that was your bitch, then why she flirtin' now?
Shake my head, right now, I feel like Sosa 'cause I earned it now
That's just what I heard around (Yeah)

[Bridge: Lil Yachty & Lil Tecca, Lil Tecca]
What they sayin'? What they said? What they talkin' 'bout?
Canary yellow diamonds look like Waffle House
Air Force 1's, Timberland just to stomp 'em out
Canary diamonds on my wrist look like Waffle House

[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Lil Yachty]
I know we on one, in the bank-teller, my bitch a bank-teller
This shit get realer, better keep some real niggas (Wow)
I been just thinking, my life cannot get bigger
Bitches getting badder, I'm a real life winner
I be doing anything to make me a lil' money
Came from off the porch, now I take trips out the country
Niggas think they stuntin', but we really one of them ones
Big bank take lil' bank, I put my life on my funds

[Outro: Lil Yachty & Lil Tecca]
Two lil' black boys gettin' rich
That's hard
On God