[Hook: Juice WRLD]

Don't know what to think when I think about you

But you okay, you like Dolce

Fuck me for this Dolce

(Haha, this some shit)

Don't know what to think

(It's money, we get money, baby)

Don't know what to think when I'm thinking 'bout you

But you okay, yeah, uh huh

Don't know what to think when I'm thinking 'bout you

But you okay, you like Dolce

Just fuck me for this Dolce

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

Elevate my mind while fucking on a thot, ow

Elevate her spine then hit it from the back, I'm

So high out my mind, that

I don't know how to act, but

I'ma keep pouring act right

Giving your bitch some act right, yeah

I leave that bitch in the past, wow

I know that I'm such a cash cow

I get the money then cash out

I take the perc 'til I pass out

Your bitch a memory, it passed now

I don't remember the past now

They don't want no smoke at all

Percocet, no Adderall

Told your bitch, knock it off

Man, just top me off

Pull up the top is off

Drop the top on them hoes

Got your thot, she on the block, she giving top to the bros

[Hook: Juice WRLD]

Don't know what to think when I think about you

But you okay, you like Dolce

Fuck me for this Dolce

(Haha, this some shit)

Don't know what to think

(It's money, we get money, baby)

Don't know what to think when I'm thinking 'bout you

But you okay, yeah, uh huh

Don't know what to think when I'm thinking 'bout you

But you okay, you like Dolce

Just fuck me for this Dolce

[Verse 2: BB Knight]

Baby girl bust 'cause the money great

Wanna love, take me on a money date

New cash and I get it every way

Rack it up, baby girl, put it in the safe

Invest in me mama, got options

Helmut Lang in my closet, no problem

Big Glock, meet the Pippi Longstocking

Batman, Bruce Wayne, no Robin

Nitrous, out the Hellcat rocket

I know you wanna ride, no problem

She going anywhere for some dollars

Ask Juice what she do for some commas

Shake that ass, shake that ass, don't stop it

Beam on the silencer of the yopper

Let me show you how to smoke gas proper

Gelato stuffed in the Fronto

Air it out, Phantom of Opera

Gone head and kick down your front door

If my hush mans really gotta solve it

Life is like some dice, it get tricky

And I think little choosy tryna pick me

But I'm tryna make bands, make history

Don't know what to think when you miss me

[Outro: BB Knight]

Aye, don't know what to think when I'm thinking 'bout you

But you okay, yeah, aye

Don't know what to think when I'm thinking 'bout you

But you okay, you okay, but you okay, yuh