Guys, Nova paid me to say this, this song is fucking insane

(Can you turn it up?)

Grrrr (Brrrr)

I just pulled up black truck, outside Mirage, I'm in Philly right now

We on South Street, you know what I'm sayin'?

Iyrus

Got, got couple lil' pretty vibes with me, you know what I'm sayin'?

Lil', lil' fat butt, you know what I'm sayin'?

I-I-Igbo boy music

(riiiiigh)

I walk off the stage and go back to the hood like I'm Hannah Montana

(ho- ho- hold on)

New Watanabe, Givenchy, my jacket, they know I'm a scammer, okay

They say that money be talkin', I swear I'm in love with the banter, okay

I'm always playin' with sticks, make me feel like a white boy named Tanner

Okay, okay

You givin' me money

Okay, okay

Bad girl say she love me

Okay, okay

And Dior, my body

Okay, okay

I beat up the bullshit, parlay (ooh)

My money don't fold, I don't break (ooh)

So high, I been floatin' for days (ooh)

Choppa sing like 070 Shake (ooh)

Tint up the whip, I been swervin' that tank (ooh)

Feel like a slave with these whips and these chains (ooh)

Mix the Bottega with Japanese jeans

No OVO, I walk down with this Drac

Shawty like, "Boy, is you bummin' today?"

Told that girl, "I'm makin' money today."

I left the trap, then I run to the bank

Drippin' this water, I'm some' like a Saint

Hope that my daughter don't find one like me

(smt- shoo- let's go)

Prayin' to God, but I'm far from a Saint

Ballin' so hard, boxed 'em out of the paint (riiiiigh)

Ballin' so hard, boxed 'em out in the paint

Go to my father from London

When I'm out in London, I gotta walk 'round with a shank

Diamonds on my wrist be bustin'

You gon' get a concussion

If you look too long, you gon' faint

I'm spendin'— I'm spendin' that pape' (I'm spendin')

Karate, not rockin' no BAPE (karate)

Just started, I switch up the rank

I never get bored enough to go in the club, I'm just not a lame (what?)

I'm havin' them funds, if I pay a dub, you better not give me no change

(no bap)

I walk off the stage and go back to the hood like I'm Hannah Montana

(ho- ho- hold on)

New Watanabe, Givenchy, my jacket, they know I'm a scammer, okay

They say that money be talkin', I swear I'm in love with the banter, okay

I'm always playin' with sticks, make me feel like a white boy named Tanner

Okay, okay

You givin' me money

Okay, okay

Bad girl say she love me

Okay, okay

And Dior, my body

Okay, okay

I beat up the bullshit, parlay (ooh)

My money don't fold, I don't break (ooh)

So high, I been floatin' for days (ooh)

Choppa sing like 070 Shake (ooh)

(Bae, I'm literally just makin' the most random ass sounds over here)

I-i-iyrus