Yea I told that bitch get out my face I got a glock, I got a stick, you run up, imma spray

Bitch if you think I'm playin' we turn you into fish filet

All my diamonds on me, yeah they wet just like the lake

And I've been rockin' all my vans, yeah these **** think I skate

Bitch I don't really love you, no bitch I don't really wanna date

If my **** catch a homi, yeah we flyin' outta state

I done made a million in a year, I think this my fate

Pull up to your fuckin' block, and yeah we shoot it up today

I just got a passport to Paris, I feel like Mary Kate

Pull up to Paris Fashion Week, yeah I think I'm gon' be late

That boy just said he broke, well you know I just can't relate

Yeah I've been countin' on my bands since I was the age of eight

No I ain't never had to steal, you know I just gotta create

I remember all the times where I had nothin' on my plate

People say I gon' be great, pull up to the heaven gates

Bitch you know I never wait