[Chorus]

I pull up, baby, it's magic

I hop up out the car, niggas talk, it's crackin'

I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic

His bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes

All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus

[Verse 1]

All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body

All this money in my pocket make hoes do the nasty nasty

She got right to the topping, I'ma put her out probably

I was screamin', "Cowabunga," 'cause her head so fuckin' gnarly

Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper

I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later

I'm a Rastafari, I don't need a taper

I don't crap out, bitch, I don't need a favor

[Chorus]

I pull up, baby, it's magic

I hop up out the car, niggas talk, it's crackin'

I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic

His bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes

All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus

[Verse 2]

I got niggas that's gon' shoot for me, bitches that's gon' go for me

Bitches goin' locally, bitches goin' globally

Bitches think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries

Bitches think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon?

Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire

I ain't no fuckin' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self

I'm gonna be a trillionaire, I'm gonna be a billionaire

She like, "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?" I'm goin' to be a billionaire

[Chorus]

I pull up, baby, it's magic

I hop up out the car, niggas talk, it's crackin'

I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic

His bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes

All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus

I pull up, baby, it's magic

I hop up out the car, niggas talk, it's crackin'

I pull up with them things, you know it's a tragic

His bitch all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horseshoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these bitches send me nudes

All this ice on my body, this shit give me flus