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

Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy Diamond's ice, play hockey Lean got me feelin' drowsy Stripper bih, she work at Follies Meet me at the hotel lobby Air Max, runnin' to the money You ain't takin' nothin' from me And I'm gon' die 'bout it (Focus) From demons, distractions To all the reactions of fame She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes I'm blowin' a kiss on the way Production big, can't fit on a stage Too many fans to fit in the crowd Too many bands to get 'em on stage Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage I say in advance, so pay in advance I'm way too advanced to figure him out I set the bar, don't give 'em a break The bar's too high to give it a raise A flow, like God, so give him a raise Stones I got, I get 'em appraised Draw my Glock and get him erased Slow you, God, I give it away Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no, no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Niggarace, new Versace Sippin' sake with my posse (yeah, ah) Eat that pussy like hibachi Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (ah, alright) Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah) It's a work of art, you copy? (yeah, Ferg) Nigga, all she do pilates I go hard, you rappers copy (ooh, damn) 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? Niggarace, new Versace I be mobbin' with my posse Stretch that coochie like pilates I'm gon' eat it like hibachi Play no game, no Tamagotchi Finger froze like Liberace Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me While I rep Trilluminati Yah, oh, right Pelle Pel, butter soft, we was in them lobbies Holla holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy Thousand band like Fauni, yeah All in the forest, hey Lookin' for porridge, hey Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah That's with the bomber, huh Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm Glock for the drama, hey Do what I want, fuck when I wanna... 'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew? (Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) (Niggarace) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring Yuh (what?)

Pyroman Hey, wait, come again Wait, hey, rah! Me and Rocky sip the sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, aye Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sipping Dom Pérignon Whole squad Dom Perry, aye Out in Paris like I'm Perry Ellis Parisian people love parasailing Parallel park the 911 Parisian stones, fuck yo VVS's United Kingdom with the French connection French kissin and Parisian sexin' French girls, French fries, French toast, French goyard Ev'ry day Me and Rocky sip the sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, aye Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sipping Dom Perignon Whole squad Dom Perry, aye Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Rocking that tee with a V Fucking that bitch out the T and the V, ooh Ducking the T-M the Z, ooh Fashion week bitch overseas, ooh Fucking my team for the week, ya Fucking my team with no fee, ya Fucking my two for the free, ya Aye, aye, yeah Fuck bein' humble Little bitch, I'm from the jungle, aye Haters talk down but every time they do They always fucking mumble (word, word) Lil nigga, when you talkin' to a boss Watch how you're talkin' (word) Cause I got some niggas that pull up right now And put you in a coffin (blrrt buck bow!) Yeah, put 'em in a coffin I ain't playin' with these niggas, uh Nasty back and I'm bossin' (boss) Me and Rocky sip the sake up in Paris Eating calamari Me and Carti at a party with some shawties Say what's up to Bari, aye Vandalizing your Ferrari, am I hating? No, I roll with Cartier Sippin' Dom Pérignon Whole squad Dom Perry, aye

All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousand, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle we was blowin' 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down When we in the field, it's a touchdown And you know your bitch is a bustdown She gon' turn around and get turnt out Hopped up in a foreign car, then I burnt out I don't waste time on the FaceTime R.I.P the pussy, leave it face down Two best friends at the same time Two best friends at the same time Flava Flav clock by my waist line I find it funny how she blow time Forward lil mama cause she hold it down Nickname her Karma 'cause she go around When she come around, better not fuck around Write a couple bars, I bet I blow your mind Deadly with the pins, I don't bowl around Mercedes Benz, I roll around Like 80 bands, when I walk around All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9s Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down In the Hellcat, yeah, burning out Let the window down, yeah, air it out Lay a nigga down, ooh, lay him down I'ma hit that bih with a hundred rounds! All my bitches bad, and they poking out Pull up with them knots, yeah, I'm Ashton now Aston Martin coupe, yeah, cashing out All black Rollie, yeah, bust down All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind What's the word? I just saw your hoe up on the strip and she look thirsty Gave that hoe my number, told her call me up for certain Yeah, I know what's it's worth Give that pussy up, and if it's wet, I'll buy a purse (I don't be trickin') Ridin' in my Murc' Seat way back, bumpin' new Lil Uzi Vert, aye Diamonds dance like Carlton You can see them through my shirt, aye Flexin' on these niggas, know they see me and it hurt (Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex) Flexin' on these niggas, I be with them geeks But make one phone call, you get hit up (Bow, bow, bow, bow, blatt!) All new watch, that bitch blow minds When we show up, you know it's showtime I don't skateboard, but I'm on my grind Hundred thousands, all hundreds, it'll blow a bitch mind When I was in the jungle, we was blowing 9's Just hit a nigga bitch for the second time And you know I gotta cross the finish line You can't stand me bitch? Sit it down

Vino "Ya wild niggas for trying to fuck with that Popeyes" Pink flamingo Desert eagle Sing a jingle Crispy singles in my chinos Call me vino Ducking reco Playing cello Paper kinko Vvs cutting on the wrist emo Addie Let's go Call me a flintstone Look at the jewelry gemstones Rockstar lifestyle Jim Jones Ima start rapping like bone I stole your girl with the harmony Money on my mind it talk to me Big Marino not giving no props I see pig don't talk to the cop We Cut him in pieces like bacon Body in Fenway land Crossover I pull off the sham god I got the duffel tan hard I got prescriptions xanny bars Decking the money Yao Ming tall Dressed no panties no bra Living above the law Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball Lebron I ball I did the dash on the bitch in Range Rover White boy shooter Kyle Korver Get in my bed bend over Ready for winter summer over I get the money to October Gun on my hip is a cobra Swear to god hate being sober I put the soda in cola Twelvyy God said to link up we at it Looking like worthy and magic Sounding like Shaq on the magic Had to Marino my fabric Caught me a tech it's A gadget Looking like farv on the packers Word to my momma I'm packing Chill with the gs and I stay with a hacker Got a good run like mcfadden Mink in my car like Aladian Lean like a Viking what happen High as a kite I study for classes Cool as a fan they loving my glasses Phenomenal lingo loving the accents Paul with the passes pearl with the passage Woke up this morning praying for plastic Pink flamingo Desert eagle Sing a jingle Crispy singles in my chinos Call me vino Ducking reco Playing cello Paper kinko Vvs cutting on the wrist emo Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball I get the tan hard Lebron I ball Lebron I ball