I got Louis, I got Gucci, I got bitches, give me coochie

I wear Louis and Gucci, bitch, call that shit that Gooey

I wear Hermes, wear Burbourie (Burberry), and my Trueies hold my toolie

My Louie hold my cash, and my Gucci hold my jewelry

When I'm traveling, my Gucci hold my clothes

When I'm traveling, my Louie hold my clothes, and my pants hold my robe

I gotta take off my damn shoe 'cause I ain't got no Jet yet, bitch, still making **** upset, bitch

Come through, we shooting at your neck and shit, bitch, like I thought you was with the shit, bitch?

They steady asking why I don't go to the awards

'Cause I can't go to the awards with my damn pole on my bros

'Cause they gon' act a fool, taking change, **** act up then boom-boom, bang-bang! ****!

Money be the color of my veins, ****

Gold the color of my chains, ****, yellow diamonds, white diamonds, ayy

Bling-bling, ****! Bling-bling, ****!