Uh

Phew, I got eight— I got— yeah

I got eighty thousand-plus on my neck right now

Nigga, this not even a thing, you hear me?

(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)

I'm richer than a bitch

Uh

I'm still beatin' up the road, just tryna duck the feds

I'm on 30s and some drank, can't cope without my meds

Two hundred on my top, I'm matching what's on top his head

Want me to flop, if rap don't work, I'm flyin' in with bags

Know this shit get lethal

I popped too much 30s in one day

I can't even feel my pupils

You should see the way I treat that TRX like Buick Regal

Tryna quit the drank, but I just can't

still pourin' up by the liter

They ain't pass it, why?

I don't give no fucks, I take the ball

and break the rim, gon' have to watch mе fly

I just can't deny

Uh, this bitch so bad, that ass so fat

I'll bust her neck, thеn pass her to my guys

Ballin' like the Lakers, I'ma be the greatest

Uh, keep on cookin' chickens, see how far it take us

Uh, don't park in front the trap

ain't tryna wake my neighbors

You ain't talking guapanese

then I don't speak your language

It's a wide-body kit, I'm in two lanes, but not on purpose

I woke up and spent two-fifty on my neck and it was worth it

Pay her bills, buy her flowers

shit, I don't just buy her purses

Niggas broke and still don't go to work

I swear these niggas worthless

Shit, right now, I'm all in Rick

She like my car, she like my 'fit

All she gotta do is it

Irritate my once and she gon' dip

Just look at her like a ho, boy

stop stressin' 'bout that bitch

It look like I hit the lotto with

all these diamonds on my wrist

Got my cup and got my blunt

That bitch too boring, she ain't fun

Shit, right now

I'm in a Urus with like eight pints in the trunk

Might put this bitch inside my stash

I swear she my favorite one

I'm in the hood

I might park on the grass just so they know it's us

I got bitches 'cross the world

They want diamonds, they want pearls

She wanna fly across the nation

just to give me some lil' Dorrough

You know my heart be rose gold

You know my kit be rather cold

I know niggas broke as hell

you couldn't even really afford the mold

I'm in Miami, me and Shimmy

Pourin' drank, avoidin' Diddy

I got eighty on my wrist

this ain't my watch, it's a lil' tennis

This big Maybach, it's rather wide

She want me to save her, I'm not God

I'm in Florida with my bust it baby

treat me like I'm Plies (Yeah)