'79 Malibu, 450, four in it

What the fuck you talking 'bout? These is all my bitches

Just went up on my price, I need all my digits

When I look at your crew, I think all y'all snitches

Them niggas met on the 'Gram, now they dawgs, [they kickin'You and that money don't match, I know that's not your chicken

On the phone with B. O. A. , made him raise my limit

Can't let pour the drank, he gon' put percs in it

I'ma do the whole dash, I don't stop for tickets

No cap, I catch a body, if my Wockhardt missing

I just went shopping in New York

and spent your turnaround chicken

Then I went shopping back in Philly, acting like it was

She got her hand in my pants, I didn't give her permission

Shit from now back to May, I done made like 250

Evеry line in my cup, that's another $250

Bought some morе Balenciagas, they cost more than $960

If a nigga sneak dissing, we gon' do him like 50

Used to live off the jugg shit, my life is so risky

Rose Gold and white Skeleton Audemars

I got a Glock and a chop, and a pound in my car

We ain't the toughest in the world

but if a problem, we gon' solve it

Catch a nigga in a chair we gon' shoot him in his

Why in the fuck I'm pouring up? It's 6: 30 in the morning

I might give her one chance, but it's over if she boring

Got a bitch in L. V. , she so motherfucking gorgeous

Think about what you doing, you'll make your child an orphan

I'm a god in Saks Fifth, I done spent a nigga mortgage

I done spent a nigga

I'm in a hellcat now, all the fucking windows tinted

Riding with a chopper, just me and three bitches

Hold my cup when I'm speeding

'cause that bitch'll get to spilling

If I put it to the floor, then the wheels get to spinning

I'm not with that ho shit, I'll have your head peelin'

These are 762's, shit, they like four inches

I got 30 in this chopper, I drop more than four niggas

I mix Dior with the Louis when I'm codeine sipping