Ayy, ayy

I ain't never going back

I was down bad, with some time and a plan, say "I never need a hand-out" (Forever)

Straps on my Raf Simmons, got these hoes fanned out

Huh, what they saying 'bout me? I think I'm the man now

Throw a couple bags on my shooters, that's a man down

Windows, blacked out, backseat, pass out

Windows, blacked out, backseat, I pass out

Ugh, late night, Balmain zippers on my pocket

She said I'm buying too many clothes, I'm never stopping

3— 3.5 bring me up, I think I see a rocket

They can never reach us, you know we so locked in, yeah

Been a while since I was on the block, I ain't serving P's

Fashion week, I'm in Paris, all my bitches rock Celine

I can tell how he hate, he ain't ever seen some sheets

Ayy, ayy

I ain't never going back

I was down bad, with some time and a plan, say "I never need a hand-out"

Straps on my Raf Simmons, got these hoes fanned out

Huh, what they saying 'bout me? I think I'm the man now

Throw a couple bags on my shooters, that's a man down

Windows, blacked out, backseat, pass out

Windows, blacked out, backseats, I pass out

Yeah, I pass out

Blacked out, uh-uh, pass out