[Intro]

Nah, hold on

Haha, uh, turn me up

Hold on, uh, turn me up

Uh, hold on

Nah, I'm 'bout to go crazy, hold on (Shut up, I'm on the phone with Rodney) (We love you, Coz)

Uh, wait, he said

Uh, uh, he said

Uh, look, he said

Uh, hold on, he said

Uh, wait, he said

Uh, yeah, he said

He said, look (Like, like, like) (Shut up, I'ma fuck with Rodney)

[Verse]

He's like, "Damn, heard Jersey on top now"

Everybody gon' rock, rock, rock, now

How is the club? You know I'm 'bout to flock now

I got the za', everybody gon' cop now

Call up Red, he gon' hit the running man

Catch a opp and that boy was a running man

Fifties on fifties, I might count a hunnid bands

Stack it up, stack it up, hold on, wait

Whole gang done cracked, now she a treesh

Whole gang double back to get the breesh

Caught a opp thot, swеar that she a skeeze

Caught a opp, Glock got him on his knees

I'ma go switch it back to the club shit

Wе went grrah-grrah, blamming some dumb shit

Caught a baba, gang what she dumping

Laughing, haha, get to the funds, kid

We gon' take it to the bounce of the beat now

Oh, it’s Tuesday, you know where we meet now

Fergie's and [?], they all on they feet now

[?] get frying like rats, I don't sleep now

Lil' bro had that rock, rock, damn

We don't linkup, we got it on cam'

On the side, I’ma turn up for the fam'

Free Fetti, he stuck up in the jam

I'm like, damn, know I'm really with Max

Yeah, I'm moving tax shit, hold up, I'm— (Wait)

Drop, bounce, left, right, left, right, that's it

She throw it back and I'm telling her, “Wait”

Slider real so the rest of them club and shit

Automatic 'cause he get to upping shit

We done turned it from nothing to something, kid

Jersey on top, how we coming, kid

[Outro]

Shout out Project X, you heard?

Shout out Rodney, Jersey on top, you heard?

Grrt, pow

Gang, gang, gang (Shut up, I’m on the phone with Rodney)