[Chorus: Calboy]

Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)

I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley

(Now I'm in a Bentley)

I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)

Block boy known to get busy

Check out my drip, it cost fifty

[Verse 1: Calboy]

We got a whole lotta bullets, lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk

50k up in my jeans, it look like my pockets just got a new case of the mumps

I need that fetti on fetti, these niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks

Hope you ready, I'm ready, I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps

Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped

I made a million, it still ain't enough

I poured a four up to serve in my cup

These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up

Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up

I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up

I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up

We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up

Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit, boy

It's real in the field, better grab your stick

Lingo too cold, better grab your bitch

I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss

All this smoke, I gotta light one

All these opps, I gotta strike one

Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right ones

Cut 'em down back, got blood on my ones

We used to play in them hallways with the walkie talkies

Ayy, now we just hop gates when we hear walkie talkies

Money ain't in yo conversation, nigga then why we talkin'?

'Cause I be getting money too often

Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling

20K on shoes, I bought it

Throwin' in the face, she sour it

With the whole hundred racks on my shoulder

I go dumb in this bitch, retarded

Got a drum in this bitch, we sparkin'

Why you lyin' in the beef you started

I can't show no love, I'm heartless

I got money, that make me a target

[Chorus: Calboy]

Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)

I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley)

I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)

Block boy known to get busy

Check out my drip, it cost fifty

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]

We are the youngest niggas coming up

Say you a shooter, nigga, you a bluff

I swear the money giving me a rush

Bitches see diamonds, now they wanna touch

AP is heavy bitch, dancin' on my hand

Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn

Too many Glocks for it to jam

Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan

I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand

Or I can get a head-up for a band

Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan

I'ma just move it until they understand

Niggas want clout, posting on the 'gram

Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam

Took us some time, started with a gram

And I still got some silent niggas in the can

Ooh, had to lock in the stu' everyday, just to get where I'm at

Put my heart on the map, layin' these tracks, can't get enough of these racks

Fell in love with this lifestyle, came from the bottom, I don't need you right now

Lu show bring the ice out, my jewelry flooded, shit look like a lighthouse

Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it

You see the ice on my neck, try and touch, I'ma pop you

Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet

Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper

[Chorus: Calboy]

Thousand dollar Givenchys, you can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me)

I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley)

I heard they out to get me, so I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty)

Block boy known to get busy

Check out my drip, it cost fifty