[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]

This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low

Yeah, that was an insult, sorry for that info

Young killa' that be ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down

Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around

Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF

Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks

Ain't talkin' grams but I'm on deck, they talkin' grams, I'm focused

This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit

Imagine that, I hardly kick them braggin raps

But right now, my swag is a bad ho, magnet

You hesitant and I'm adamant, can't stop this, got the locksmith

In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I'm making cream like

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold

These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat

Well, fuck the bullshit, it's time to let these niggas know

Let these niggas know, let these niggas know

[Bridge: Casey Veggies]

Getting money now, nigga, trust that

Fresh up out the plastic, nigga, fuck that

Y'all niggas talking shit but y'all won't bust back

Nah!

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

I'm high as my confidence, nigga, sue me

Niggas acting like they part of the action, I'm in the movie

Lets get it crackin', young nigga with fashion, two-piece Louis

With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff 'em in the hoopty

Yeah, I'm bougie, but nigga, fuck it, do you and I do me

Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like "Who he?"

Oops, this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate

Wolf Gang, we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is

Listen, kid, this is the part where I'm swearing we win

Money make the world go 'round, I'm preparing to spin

I swear I love L.A., but when it's ready to end

I'm in New York tossing dimes like I'm Jeremy Lin

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold

These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat

Well, fuck the bullshit, it's time to let these niggas know

Let these niggas know, let these niggas know

[Bridge: Casey Veggies]

Getting money now, nigga, trust that

Fresh up out the plastic, nigga, fuck that

Y'all niggas talking shit but y'all won't bust back

Nah!

[Verse 3: Hodgy]

I'm a silent flexer, oh, hybrid Lexus, low

I bred measures, my hybrid's better

Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence

Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this

I know you see the cars and the whips

Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick

I'm here for the cash, I ain't calling in sick

Next time I pick up the phone, I'm calling in rich

One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four

One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour

I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before

I know I love my life for sure

You know I fucked your wife, my whore

I'm a fucking animal, that's one hell of a species

I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]

Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold

These niggas think it came with the fishes and a boat

Well, fuck the bullshit, it's time to let these niggas know

Let these niggas know, let these niggas know

[Bridge: Casey Veggies]

Getting money now, nigga, trust that

Fresh up out the plastic, nigga, fuck that

Y'all niggas talking shit but y'all won't bust back

Nah!

[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]

Jive pants, tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less

Lose-lose, .22 caps in that catcher's mitt

And daddy's absence was the reason why the swagger's this

Similar to abstinent ass and you ain't tappin' shit

Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a

Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again

And dip fast as shit when all the cash cacklin'

Stanzas of them axes that him have to cut the chatter with

Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against

Hulk-smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in

Half-pans labyrinth, half-black magic grip

Black flak jacket tap dancin' in a passion pit

Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical

Lips slurpin' that lit purple, my bitch circular

Not givin' shits like writers when it's personal

Disgurstin' as dick burpin' when it's vertical

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]

Oh, shit, that's the end, huh

Aww, nuh-uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!