(Yo, what's the word?)

(You let me know what the word is)

(Man, look, bruh, a million dollars is the motherfuckin' word, man)

(We in this—, ro-ro—)

(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)

(Y'all better be gettin' this money, man)

This shit don't get harder than me

(Man, we gettin' this money, you hear?)

This shit don't get harder than me

Hm, ok

Huh, damn, yeah, she want my last name (Woah, woah)

Racks in my pocket, bitch I kill bout' anything (Racks, racks, anything)

Hats in my closet, this got bodies I can't even say (Woah, I can’t say)

This not even my bitch, she suck my dick now I'm OK (Woah, OK)

Yeah, this new stick on me right now, yo ass get hit, you wanna get grazed (Yeah, hit em, grazed)

Diamonds all over my body, these diamonds they hit off my body, go crazy (Woah, what?)

She suck on my private, she suck on my dick so good, I had to go pale (Eugh, eugh, I had to go pale)

I took a trip to Rodeo, these racks on me right now I’m buying, I’m shopping, I’m player (Woo, woo, woo)

I pop this shit on a broke ass ****, I pop this shit on yo’ ass (Hold up, what?)

I bought this bitch a big black truck, this bitch got too much ass (What, what, what?)

You wanna play with the gang, get fucked, yo’ ass get smacked like a can (Smacked like a can)

I put the X in her butt, we fucking forever, forever, forever we last (Eugh, we last)

Diamonds, they changing the weather, these racks in my ears, this shit here’ll cost you a bag (Ew, ew, cost you a bag)

Who better than me? ‘Cause I got this rap shit all on my hand (My hand)

I had to turn up the Dior jeans, cause they couldn’t even fit on my ass (Yeah, skinny, what?)

Pull up a Porsche, I’m really on rockstar shit like Marilyn Manson (What, eugh?)

Huh, damn, yeah, she want my last name (Damn, woah)

Racks in my pocket, bitch I kill bout' anything (Anything)

Hats in my closet, this got bodies I can't even say (Yeah, yeah, I can’t say)

This not even my bitch, she suck my dick now I'm OK (OK)

Huh, damn, yeah, she want my last name (OK)

Racks in my pocket, bitch I kill bout' anything (Anything)

Hats in my closet, this got bodies I can't even say (I can’t say)

This not even my bitch, she suck my dick now I'm OK (OK)

(OK)

(I’m OK)

(Haha, ha, fN shit yo, Bombsquad)