(Gonna take that shit out of the shop, yeah — woah)

Win another match, yeah, I'm the M.V.P.

(Yeah) All these bitches hating, yeah, they envy me.

(Oh, yeah) Put the tax to the side, fuck the C.L.E.

(Yeah, the C.L.E.) All these bitches use lotion, fuck the G.E.L.

Win another match, yeah, I'm the M.V.P.

(Yeah) All these bitches hating, yeah, they envy me.

(Oh, yeah) Put the tax to the side, fuck the C.L.E.

(Yeah, the C.L.E.) All these bitches use lotion, fuck the G.E.L.

150s we made in the night.

Sip on some lean — nah, sip on some Sprite.

Flying so high, like I'm flying a kite.

Kill all the opps, yeah, we call that a strike.

Geometry Dash, yeah, we smoking some spikes.

This is my song, so you better subscribe.

Start throwing some spears, like we is a tribe.

Yeah, I'm cooking that bread, yeah, I'm making that dough.

She looking for bread — I'm fucking that hoe.

Wanna get freaky? Go and touch your toes.

You talkin' 'bout Herman Miller, yeah, I'm wearing his clothes. (Uh, uhh)

Sleeping so good, oh yeah, I'm on that Tempur-Pedic.

She a gold digger, yeah — uhh, these bitches really need it.

Lambo from '08, oh yeah, I really need to clean it. (Uhh)

I got a big ass house — hmm, you really need to see it, oh yeah.

I got a big ass dick, yeah, you really need to feel it. (Uh, huh)

(Gonna take that shit out of the shop, yeah — woah)

Win another match, yeah, I'm the M.V.P.

(Yeah) All these bitches hating, yeah, they envy me.

(Oh, yeah) Put the tax to the side, fuck the C.L.E.

(Yeah, the C.L.E.) All these bitches use lotion, fuck the G.E.L.

(yeah — woah)

Win another match, yeah, I'm the M.V.P.

(Yeah) All these bitches hating, yeah, they envy me.

(Oh, yeah) Put the tax to the side, fuck the C.L.E.

(Yeah, the C.L.E.) All these bitches use lotion, fuck the G.E.L.