I'm balling so out of control, I'm putting my wifey in Fendi and Prada

I'm getting the cash, i'm getting the guala, my **** I stack every dollar

I'm out the way 'cause I'm on a mission to run up a muhfuckin 'billy

Flaco having big dreams, yeah imma need me a butler no Jimmy

Peso Bros outside, all my brothers having Ricky

OVO outside, he be geeking to pull out the blicky

Surrounded by the hoes and they boppin' just like Nicki

12 done got behind me, now the situation tricky

On 95, I'm gone

I'm the big dawg, i'm the type to take ya bone

7 hit my phone like "What the fuck is goin on?"

Told him I don't know but I got money in my palm

I got some bands to throw

Hope she got ass to show

I ride round with the Glock, it's from the factory it's not a ghost

I know these **** they hate, how Z Flaco be doing the most

Telling these boys to quit, it is no stopping me i'm in that mode

They tryna box Z Flac', it is no way that I'll fit in the mold

Need a So Icy chain, I feel like Gucci cause I am so cold

Peso Bros outside, all my brothers having Ricky

OVO outside, he be geeking to pull out the blicky

Surrounded by the hoes and they boppin' just like Nicki

12 done got behind me, now the situation tricky