Goddamn, man, this shit gettin' too crazy (Blaow, popstar, worldwide)

This shit global, I'm takin' this shit over, come on (Popstar, worldwide)

I'm goin', rock out the show in Atlanta (Ah)

Rock out the show in— (Woah)

Rock out the show in— (Hey)

Rock out the show in Atlanta, then jumped on a flight to the Grammys, hey, hey (Woah)

Hit like two hoes on the spot, that shit a double whammy, woah

Mexican hoes at the T, eat it up, bon appétit, huh, huh (Ayy)

Shawty too mean, from the streets, now she wanna fuck on the beach, huh, huh

I'm tryna get to the top then put all my bros on

Callin' this bitch to the spot, don't come with no clothes on

Crossed O on my back, don't get this shit twisted

Trapped out the bathroom stalls, now I'm in the hills, rappin' 'bout jewels and bitches

Dolce & Gabbana my body, my shawty like high speeds in the Range Rover (Brraow, yeah)

Pz' been poppin' this shit, I done picked up the mic, they screamin', "It's game over"

Follow a flight from Atlanta, now I'm in the first class with a hangover

Got me a bag, now the pain over (Woah)

**** try race to the fame, I cannot complain, I know that shit made for me (Woah)

Intercontinental, ooh

We goin' intercontinental

Pz' done crashed the rental (Damn)

My shawty built like a Versace stencil (Wow)

I'm a physician, I play with the dental (Woah)

Come in position, we hittin' your mental (Skrrt)

Might hit your mama, she suckin' with dentures (Baow)

All of my favorites are really expensive (Baow)

Rock out the show in Atlanta, then jumped on a flight to the Grammys, hey, hey (Woah)

Hit like two hoes on the spot, that shit a double whammy, woah (Ah)

Mexican hoes at the T, eat it up, bon appétit, huh, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shawty too mean, from the streets, now she wanna fuck on the beach, huh, huh (Brrt, brrt, brrt)

I'm tryna get to the top then put all my bros on

Callin' this bitch to the spot, don't come with no clothes on

Crossed O on my back, don't get this shit twisted

Trapped out the bathroom stalls, now I'm in the hills rappin' 'bout jewels and bitches (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)

Dolce & Gabbana my body, my shawty like high speeds in the Range Rover (Baow, woah)

Pz' been poppin' this shit, I done picked up the mic, they screamin', "It's game over"

Follow a flight from Atlanta, now I'm in the first class with a hangover

Got me a bag, now the pain over (Ah)

**** try race to the fame, I cannot complain, I know that shit made for me (Ah, ah)