[First Verse: Faith Marie]

Back in my Prada I'm back in my Loui

I'm shooting a movie y'all talking bout Gucci

Boy you looking goofy your girl looking spooky

Ya fit looking booky my tunes be so loony

Ya life is too gloomy this booth is to roomy

I'm doing my duty ya dinners a sushi

I cook with my dogs I'm calling 'em snoopy

Ya girl getting moody you slide like it's Toosie

Man I'm selling tickets I'm tryna get Digits

I'm laughing like whippets boy you hearing crickets

I just found some triplets let all of em visit

Like Gerald no limit boy don't get it twisted

If your name ain't listed then you ain't get gifted

My fit it be fitted my new whip get drifted

Boy your girl be livid cause you be to timid

It all wasn't scripted I bring her back winded

[Second Verse: Collin Roach]

I'm back in my Berkin I'm back in my Fendi

You acting big body just like you a hemi

I still want a Oscar I still want an Emmy

You toting a semi but you don't got any

Boy y'all just a joke man y'all just a dream

This boy had a dream to be big like Kareem

Now I'm at a loo out and imma send her the addy

Up on my wrist ain't no patty y'all boys be acting to catty

Only want baddies they all just be hating they daddy's

I do don't know where to send her she be the center

Tug on them strings like it's fender I am not sold like a vendor

Still on bender public defender lawsuit to start off the winter

Boutta get inked like a printer stuck splinter

[Third Verse: Donny Drippin']

You know its Drippin' you don't want no beef with me

They say I can't what I do it so easily

When it comes to rapping I do it so eagerly

No we not the same its not what it seem to be

If its for my people I'm splitting it evenly

If its for my people I'm splitting it equally

You moving real rocky you acting so evilly

You move like a snake you moving so sneakily

I can't trust nobody so I'm moving secretly

You stole from your brother you moving so greedily

I ride for my brothers I do it unspeakably

Shout out lil boy I don't need y'all to preach for me

Run up a bad and I did it so recently

I'm making money I'm doing it legally

Get back in the trap and do it illegally

Don't stop when I'm good gotta make sure my people eat

[Fourth Verse: Brenden Gillespie]

I'm in my bag I'm in my zone y'all gotta see what I got going on

They call me the chef y'all better look y'all gone be spitting the shit that I cook

I run like a dog take me of the leash once I got the mic I'm hitting the beat

Everybody watch out white boys got the floor

I'm coming out girls asking for more

Stop the cap hand me the water I'm swimming in Gucci and drowning in Prada

I'm flying first class Balenciaga