Uh, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi Ice Cube, all about the Benjis Spend ten bands in Fendi A$AP, my niggas with me Niggas be talking that bullshit Your main bitch said I look gorgeous What I spent on my chain, that's your mortgage (cash out) Brand new Porsche came with some horses Sipping that purple like Prince .40 my tool, that's my wrench Ballin' like J-Kidd, assist Shootin that three like a swish Moving in silence, I need me some guidance I'm wildin' this money and violence Come out the projects, I want it, I got it Margiela just running through college Fresh out the Porsche, check out my shorts Best from the west to the north Catching some rec with my thots, aye Getting a check for my thoughts, aye Dripping in jelly, I trap off a celly I look like I'm rich in the 80's Droop with the grippy, I cruise through the bity I'm buggin out crazy, no brazy Ski mask on me so them niggas can't trace me Car is so fast when I skrt they can't chase me Margiela Marino now she wanna date me She see the money, now she tryna play me Hope out the Rari, go vroom I never lack, I stay with goons And you know Gucci my shoes Breaking the rules, stay on the news And you know my shot go swish Shoot from a three point, boy I won't miss Smooky just caught a new lick Diamonds don't drip, don't front, you get hit Funny vibes, I can sense something different in the air It's like a weight being lifted Take some hatred, oh I get it Really trippin' cause you broke and you in your feelings Let her go, she in her feelings Niggas can't tell you shit, man, don't know the difference When you're in your twenties making parents' livid Cause you making millions Make em wanna live it than you make a living Over what you spent and making poor decisions Music for the children, hope they make it Major even independent, free them out the penni' Keep him out the prison, writing freedom with the pen and pencil MTV about a Interstitial Fuck with me because it's beneficial Unsuspected like an incidental Chasing that bag 2017, 2018 They breaking my hoes in half Come on through stunting too Looking like a nigga dad Foreign bitches, pull up Type of bitches nigga wish he had Looking in the mirror, vision getting clearer I see why you mad Chickens coming in, they gotta go She ain't fucking then she gotta go Wanna see me drown, I gotta float Best believe I get it by the boat Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it Had your bitch and she be lickin' in it Car so big she wanna get up in it Tell the bitch to chill but she still catching feelings [.45 that] chopper, it ready to spit on you niggas All of my bitches, they fucking, they acting siddity Ya, stacking the guap, feel like Diddy All of my bitches get millie Popping that molly prescription All of my niggas they dishing I just go hard in the kitchen Bitches they fuckin', they lickin' Carti, I'm getting that, uh Told her go mind her own business 'Fore I die, I'mma make a billie Stack a couple millie, 'Rari in the billy House upon the hilly, diamonds getting chilly Bunch of indie niggas with me repping Philly Oh lord, it's the Hood Pope Shouldn't walk 'cause I could float Model bitch, get a good throat Said she in love with the hood folks, god damn Nasty baby, 2017 Big ol' diamonds in my pinky ring Prada on me, bitch I do my thing I ain't gotta talk to you niggas lame Disappear on 'em like David Blaine Combat boots on me like Major Payne These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans Boy you so broke, man that shit a shame Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, now I'm getting that bag Member times I was broke, man I'm getting that bag See I remember times I was broke, now a nigga chasin' that bag

Uh, Lil Boat Aye, aye Ain't never been to Bahamas, nah I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Wrap it up smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah Ain't never been to Bahamas I done fucked multiple mamas I done count multiple commas We brought in multiple llamas Rapping all smooth, rapping all smooth Wrap it up smooth like Osama It's not what they say, it's 'bout what they do And trust me, they don't want the drama, nah I stay with that Uzi like Drama I stay with the Uzi for drama I stay in the cut with piranhas My bitch bad and boujee, Katana I hit multiple drops of Cassandra We having sex in the sauna Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Nigga talk down, that's a uppercut Bow, shut up, hey Get you some money and run it up Fucking your bitch, she ain't fun enough Smoking a blunt when I nut in her, face Huh, can't hit my weed, ay Can't water my seed, hey Can't play in my garden, hey Bitch, beg your pardon, hey 2-2-3, Harden, hey Ooh, that's James She don't want you 'cause you lame I'm up, she'd rather fuck with us, yeah Bank room, bank room Jiggy nigga comin through, talk yo shit I ain't never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to Milano Met with your favorite designer Gucci show with Alessandro Your sis give me head on recliners Your wife wanna throw me vagina I fuck on your aunt, ya mama Got syrup like Aunt Jemima Like the Maple Leaf, take a peek Get to the bread like a bakery Wait on me, wait for me Soon as we fuck, get away from me Paper plate or fine china, Benihana, McDonalds Hit up Empanada Mamas, eat at delis or in diners Who's that peeking through the window? Got the chopper boutta blind us Couldn't pick me out of a line up Niggas psyching like Ewonda Spaz fast, get to the bag Look at the digital dash Little bitch frivolous, nigga just hit that shit Get to it, get in it, just trying to live a bit New shades, Gosha Got me looking like a Beatle Hoppin on it like a beatle This ain't Puma, this Needles Ain't never been to Bahamas But my chain's so lavish TMZ be clacking, while they're counting my karats Louis Vuitton, straight from Kim Jones "Ballin" like Jim Jones (ballin!) You cannot come in my zone Woah, Dior boys in Paris Chilling with Kris Van Assche White model bitch with ass Let a Groovy nigga in it, six cars, nigga winning Big crib, tennis court, half a million in the Porsche Got a chopper on the porch, backyard the Bahamas Palms trees and recliners, got a Rollie for my mama Dime piece give me nana, got a 9, nigga what Third strike in the bush, couple grand on the front Fell in love in the gut, four mil' in a month Your career in a trunk, last album, nigga was Whole aisle full of duds, album cover for the buzz Put the Rollie in the bust, money talking, nigga hush Hit the plug, nigga walked off, split the mil, nigga all four Flippin' hoes, nigga what for? Batman in the Audo I never been to Bahamas A nigga done been to the projects I used to catch licks in pajamas Now I pull up in some Prada Margielaa man, cop a pair every weekend Bad bitch, she says she's Puerto Rican Ice cold, diamonds look at me freezing A hunnid bands, spend that shit up in Niemans Bring them goons out Pull up with them drugs and Smith & Wessons It's a shoot out Taking trips, I can't even hardly go to school now I'm getting rich Bout to go and cop a Bentley coupe now I'm spraying shit Super soaker then dive in the pool now I ain't never been to Bahamas I ain't never broken a promise I got a glock and a llama I'm on the block with Obama I'm on the coast with a goddess There's no way to find us, no way to find us I'm on a boat to the tropics Holding deposits, bulging my pockets