I got ri—, I got—

I got—, I got ri— (You have no heart)

I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?)

Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants)

I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan)

She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans—"

(Hood-ho-hood-hood-hood)

These **** is not competition, man

Yeah-yeah (Turn me up)

Yeah-yeah

Huh, hol' on, like, yeah

(You have no heart)

I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?)

Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants)

I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan)

She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans?" (From yo' fuckin' fans)

I got my money, keep up with me, bitch

This shit not love, you not stuck with me, bitch

I'm tired of gettin' ego'd by some **** I'm better than

Watch how you fuck with me, bitch

You got some money, but you not rich

You copped some jeans, you movin' stiff

You had a girl, I stole that bitch

You had some spotlight, I stole that shit

You was gon' run up, you folded quick

You feelin' threatened, you told him quick

That's not your weapon, you holdin' it

That's not your bestie

I gave him a follow back because he told me right where you live

I could keep going but I had enough

Exotic bitches gave head on the tour bus, get to the hotel they tryna fu—

I-I got rich off singing, gang got rich off flipping Xans (Why would I lie?)

Balenciaga steppin', Rick up on my fuckin' pants (All on my fuckin' pants)

I stuck to the script, all this shit was part of the plan (This shit was part of the plan)

She said, "Jaydes, why I get DM's from your fuckin' fans—" (Fuckin' fans)

Like, "Fu-fu-fu"

Like, "Fu-fu-fu"

Like, "Fu-fu—", uh

Like, "Fu-fu-fu" (Pew, pew, pew)

Fu-fu-fu (Pew, pew)

(Let me hear that)