On the feet Balenciaga and jeans been Prada

Piped her, her sister and her mama, there wasn't no drama

Pull up to New York, milly rocker, then land of la la

I said, "Jack Cone, do you wanna start chasin' commas?"

On the feet Balenciaga and jeans been Prada

Piped her, her sister and her mama, there wasn't no drama

Pull up to New York, milly rocker, then land of la la

I said, "Jack Cone, do you wanna start chasin' commas?"

I got a vision like I'm Wanda, chasin' bands, though

I told that girl that she gotta let her mans go

Space coupe like Skywalker Saga, got the top down

She talkin' stupid to me, I said, "Baby, not now"

I looked at her and asked her why she actin' this way

She gave me the cold shoulder, she lookin' at his things

I said, "Why you still got that stuff? You gotta throw it out.

Big bands, big bands, that's how we rollin' now."

And we rollin' out in a Beamer

So much ice on me, I think I belong in a freezer

They been sleepin' on me so much 'cause I am a dreamer

I don't even care, just turn up the speakers

On the feet Balenciaga and jeans been Prada

Piped her, her sister and her mama, there wasn't no drama

Pull up to New York, milly rocker, then land of la la

I said, "Jack Cone, do you wanna start chasin' commas?"

On the feet Balenciaga and jeans been Prada

Piped her, her sister and her mama, there wasn't no drama

Pull up to New York, milly rocker, then land of la la

I said, "Jack Cone, do you wanna start chasin' commas?"

I'm a comma chaser, that's me

I been getting paper all day

And you know it's blue like in Rio

Shoot my shot, I ain't even have to reload

And it's like oh, you know the vibes

I'm like shawty where you tryna go tonight?

With me, that's how she gon' roll tonight

Right now I feel so alive

I'm just tryna chase these commas

She so fine, swear she a model

I love how she wobble

Going in full throttle, oh

On the feet Balenciaga and jeans been Prada

Piped her, her sister and her mama, there wasn't no drama

Pull up to New York, milly rocker, then land of la la

I said, "Jack Cone, do you wanna start chasin' commas?"

On the feet Balenciaga and jeans been Prada

Piped her, her sister and her mama, there wasn't no drama

Pull up to New York, milly rocker, then land of la la

I said, "Jack Cone, do you wanna start chasin' commas?"