d.a got that dope

Woo, woo, woo

Yeah-yeah, whoa, yeah-yeah, aye, yeah-yeah, aye

Yeah-yeah, aye

Aye, woo, aye, yeah-yeah

Woo, aye, uh, aye

I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (Bitch)

Green and red Gucci on me, feelin' like the Joker

Feel like Chief Keef when I'm ridin' in the Rover

I feel like I'm you every time your bitch come over

I'm back in the kitchen (Yeah)

Shit on you like I'm a pigeon (Yeah)

From my position, I got too many decisions (Aye, aye)

Should I fuck Nina or Tina? (Tina)

My life like a mission

Smash your bitch, "911, there's been a collision" (Aye, aye)

I'm losin' my vision, wrist just won't stop glistenin'

Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche I still gotta christen

Sippin' the wine, gettin' the bread, feel like a Christian

Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition

Get money

Stack bread

Fuck with me

Till I'm dead

Stack cheese

Mozzarella

Make it rain

Make 'em need umbrellas

Yeah, I feel like that motherfuckin' man when I hop out that Rover

Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker

These fuck boys ain't give me a hand, y'all **** bogus

I guess that I'm drinking Bel Air tonight, I'm out of sodas (Let's go)

Stood on the corner with a lot of you ****, you enemy, now you ain't never show love

Me and Lil Gotit, we treat these **** like some Maybach curtains, they can never see us

Turn this shit on every minute or hour

It's daily, and monthly, and yearly with us

Don't hesitate, just go head and pick it

Or is you playin', is you really with us?

Aye, I wanna hear gun sounds

I just hear money counters

I just see bustdowns

Don't tell secrets, bitch

I might keep it 'round

Sound like trombone

When that chopper out

Get money

Stack bread

Fuck with me

Till I'm dead

Stack cheese

Mozzarella

Make it rain

Make 'em need umbrellas

I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Ness

Feel like Barry Bonds runnin' home with that check

Call that girl Louie V slugger when she wet

Yeah, I throw that dick, she bounce that ass back, got me blessed

I whip the Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot

Got yo hoe givin' me top like she tryna start a riot

Fuck a TV show, I got more stripes, my hoes exotic

Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project

But I ain't even dropped it