Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Doing 130 on interstate V12 engine I'm lookin' to die on the highway

Too many dollars no plan I got so much land

I had to get speed limits put on my driveway

Said she want more so I'm fuckin' her sideways

Said she want me so I'm givin' her my days

She eat me up at the end of the work week

Restaurant sayin' thank God that it's Friday

That bitch a treasure map she want the gold

But the X on her tongue mark the spot

DJ don't know what he doin' he pass me the microphone knowing' I get the club hot

Dubbin' these bitches that's askin' the difference between them and mine

She fine and you not

I got the swagger like Jagger

This mystical aura I swear that I get it from pops

Fuck if you family or blood you a part of this system

We never be fuckin' with cops

They put a phone on my eat and ask my decision

They know that I'm callin' the shots They wanted a piece but they rollin' the stones

So I wind up to throw all these rocks

I get the job done it's simple and easy so all of my mob ties turn into knots

Doing 130 on interstate V12 engine I'm lookin' to die on the highway

Too many dollars no plan I got so much land

I had to get speed limits put on my driveway

Said she want more so I'm fuckin' her sideways

Said she want me so I'm givin' her my days

She eat me up at the end of the work week

Restaurant sayin' thank God that it's Friday

Whats on the menu see Nikki or Bella

I'm thinkin' I'm wanting of them both

Nikki get sexy for me then she get in her knees and she call me the Pope Got my dreads like a Rasta

Fuckin' her in the impala

Shorty ain't think I had inches

Now she here callin' for Allah

On knees beggin' for Prada like she need some water

VVs for my pet

VV diamond collar

Need some super soak

Maybe I should call her

Need some super soak

Maybe I should call her

Doin' 130 on interstate V12 engine

I'm tryin' to die on the highway

Said that she givin' it Becky away

And I told her to come over swing over my way

Too many dollars now every day, every day, every day, every day

Feel like I'm Friday

City done warned me about it

Got too much damn money on money all over in my space

Yo! Uh-huh! What? Big 25! Shit, wait, no, keep it goin', keep it goin

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Wait, I be walkin' down the street talkin' bout somethin

Hold on City Sonder, onda in hand

I owe $200,000 to the state They not gettin' that shit

I bought a Porsche in cash today I got that car

Fuck ridin' out in that shit Yo, I sound like Carti

I'm walkin' ignorant I'm movin' ignorant

I be talkin' bout somethin' I got too many dollars