Memo

We got London On Da Track

I'ma pull up on a **** bitch in my bitch whip

I got twenty chains on me and they gon' chip just like some dip

****, know they get the memo

They get that, boy

Stack them racks, they know the memo

Stacking, stacking

****, stop playing, you know the memo

Yeah, look at what she saying, she know the memo

Yeah, she know the memo

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, ****

Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, ****

Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye

Break her heart, write your name, I got cash, yeah

Prince of condo, bale, this not no grass, no

Take it out the cat and beat that ass, whoa

If you cut my jewels, I'ma pull up and shoot

And I, I do my shopping, I'm bearing a tool

You just pull up, I'm not fucking, I'ma still show what I do

Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two something on a Bu

That's a Bugatti

Many I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops

Bitches just see us and smile like what it do

I'ma pull up on a **** bitch in my bitch whip

I got twenty chains on me and they gon' chip just like some dip

****, know they get the memo

Stack them racks, they know the memo

****, stop playing, you know the memo

Yeah, look at what she saying, she know the memo

Yeah, she know the memo

I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'

I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rocking

When I die, I want a hundred bands inside my casket

I drink Act, I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens

Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL, memo, slack

I supply 'em with the bricks and bales

I'm getting money, ****, can't you tell? (Hell, ya)

Rollie simple like a handcuff, no jail

I'm so fresh they want a pick

Pull up on 'em suckers kicking shit, ain't with the shit

I thought you were rich but you so broke, I don't know shit

My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit

****, know they get the memo

Stack them racks, they know the memo

****, stop playing, you know the memo

Yeah, look at what she saying, she know the memo

Yeah, she know the memo

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, ****

Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, ****

Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, aye

Break her heart, write your name, I got cash, yeah

Memo

We got London On Da Track

Memo

Memo