Woo, woo

Bap, bap, bap, bap

Boy, boy

Please don't fuck with my partner, I'd hate to get dark 'cause I been really happy (I been really happy)

I do not dilly-dally, you're wasting my time and that shit's gonna cost ya

You ain't spinnin' like a top, no, boy, it ain't coffee

Doubled his cup and he said it's from Costa (It's from Costa)

Why you tryna talk like me? You even act like me

You're tryna walk like me, some imposter

And you can tell I get bread

I'm tryna run it up, stack up my pinky

Back straight when I sit, cross my legs

I know you can tell by this posture

I get bread, you can tell by this walk (Walk, walk)

And I used to have a roster before I got a baller

I'm 5'7", he's way-way taller

My bag long and he's taller (Boy)

Nothing can ever be smaller, never

Ball on the opps, straight dunkin'

Spent that shit like it ain't mean nothing (Uh)

Chy said I'm good in London

They try creep and the mandem jump in (Rrr)

I make it pop, I made that bitch wanna talk (Boy)

I let her talk 'cause my money do more than a lot (It does)

Walk, walk (Walk), I told that **** to walk

I ain't with all of the talk

Only wan' talk if it's all 'bout them knots

Walk, walk, I get the drip for my walk (Boy)

My money stack tall to the top

Too much of it and I ain't get a less

Walk, walk, I told that **** to walk

Walk, walk, I told that **** to walk

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I'm on a whole 'nother level (Yeah)

With this swag shit (Woo)

Poppin' tag shit, and this rap shit (Bap, bap, bap, bap)

Yeah

I never had no problem, these hoes just ain't Molly (Weird)

I made that clear (Aha)

I went into my problems and turned them to dollars

These **** ain't poppin' shit if it ain't a bottle

I got a big-ass mission, roadrunnin' on 'em

Got some big shoes to fill, my **** need me out here (Bap, bap)

I'm the type to the send the deal, I don't do the offer

I wan' shoot it for the kill, I want it, so I got it (Boy)

What? What?

I've been goin' too mad, but I'm 'bout to go madder right now

Chy, don't hurt them, Chy, don't hurt them

But my swag had them cryin' out, "Ow, ow", wow (Ow)

You know that this shit isn't new to me

Told her I've done it, oh well

Babe, get out of my face

****, fuck you and your smile

****, fuck you and your composite bonding

After work hours and I'm in the stu' (I'm in the stu')

Of course it's a long ting

But I won't throw in the towel

When I go in Mayfair Hakka'

And when I go New York Town

I got a house in the sticks

I just told my old ends, "Ciao" (Bye-bye)