Hey, hey, hey (Yeah)

I got the whip, finna slide on you

These thots goin' through the fuckin' roof, these bitches might lie on you

Slits on my SRP, need a main vibe that's gon' ride for you

'Cause when you drop-top the 'Rari, these bitches gon' die for you

Play all these hoes like Atari just so I can dive in you (Woah)

10K camp pants from CELINE (Woo), they call me the fly homie

I'm steady thinkin' 'bout green, so baby, decide for me

They say the sky is the limit, I'm on cloud 9, brodie (Woah)

Saks Fifth, north side, pretty bitch got thick thighs

Eat the dick just like some fries

Maxed out intangible, seein' through these **** with a third eye (Damn)

She call me Santa 'cause I spend these racks and I ain't worry about it (Yeah)

Extra, extra, Pz' in the city, I know you heard 'bout 'em

Extra, extra, shawty spend that cheddar on that burnt body

Hit two hoes in Seville, that's a double homi' (Baow, baow)

And when I dig up in that cake, don't call your fuckin' mommy

Brand new magazine from Maybelline, cover girl swag

Pz' poppin' shit around the globe (Ah), I'm in my fuckin' bag

When I rock these jeans from SMP, you know I gotta sag

Swing that OVO, shoutout to my brother, fuckin' Drag

High-top my shoes, high-top my Balmain, ayy

Your dreams gon' come true, just gotta switch your lane (Yes)

Ain't never switchin' side, bitch, I'm Dølla Gang (Brraow)

Know these **** talkin' crazy, they can get hit with the flame, huh

Now I'm out in Spain, "Grazie," with Italian frames, huh, huh (Woo)

YVL prince, I'm gon' change the game (Blegh, blegh, blegh)

Huh, shawty ask me where I'm from, bitch, I live on a plane (Woo)

I just might bust down a Rollie or pop out plain jane, hey

I got the whip, finna slide on you (On ya)

These thots goin' through the fuckin' roof, these bitches might lie on you

Slits on my SRP, need a main vibe that's gon' ride for you (Woo, go)

'Cause when you drop-top the 'Rari, these bitches gon' die for you (Can't stop)

Play all these hoes like Atari just so I can dive in you (Yes)

10K camp pants from CELINE, they call me the fly homie (Fly)

I'm steady thinkin' 'bout green, so baby, decide for me (Woah)

They say the sky is the limit, I'm on cloud 9, brodie

Saks Fifth, north side, pretty bitch got thick thighs

Eat the dick just like some fries

Maxed out intangible, seein' through these **** with a third eye (Yeah)

She call me Santa 'cause I spend these racks and I ain't worried 'bout it ('Bout it)

Extra, extra, Pz' in the city, I know you heard 'bout 'em (Cash out)