[Intro]

(Let em feel it)

Yeah

Yuh

Yeah, hold up

Okay, okay

[Chorus]

I just pulled up, too lit, too clean, (yeah!)

Yeah they know that’s me

Racks too tall, can't fold, can’t bend, (uh!)

Money stretch like fleece

Two bad ones in the back, both drunk (In the back! In the back!) both hands on me

Told her, “Don’t fall in love, I’m gone by the count of three” (Yeah!)

[Verse]

Back in this bitch, like I paid for the lease yeah

Balmain jeans, got ‘em stacked to my knees yeah (Okay!)

Louis V tags, let ‘em hang when I speed yeah

Chain too bright, need some tint when I breathe yeah

Hopped out the coupe like a bank heist (Yuh!)

New chick look like she straight out a Vogue site

Took her to dinner, but I ain’t tryna hold tight (Yuh!)

She just want Prada and drinks with the strobe lights (Woo! Woo! Woo!)

Whole team ball like the draft just hit (Ooh!)

Money real long, need an ad-lib with it (Ad-lib!)

Pour up the Wock, let it splash, don’t sip (Dont sip!)

Told the valet, “Man, don’t crash my shit” (Dont crash!)

She like the way that I flex when I talk (Flex! Flex!)

Told her I rap, now she takin’ it off (That bra!)

Louis my belt, but it’s holdin’ up knots (ay)

Put it on black (ay), watch me double the pot (ay ay)

Neck on freeze like the ice been cursed (Ice!)

Shawty too bad, but she makin’ it worse

I ain't even tryna wife that, no

She just a moment, then I’m out the door (then go!)

We just pulled up, too turnt, too deep

Outside lit like the Vegas suite

Runnin’ this game (woo!), don’t need no cleats (woo!)

And I made five racks while I wrote this beat (woo! woo! woo! woo!)

[Chorus]

I just pulled up, too lit, too clean, (yeah!)

Yeah they know that’s me

Racks too tall, can't fold, can’t bend, (Yeah!)

Money stretch like fleece

Two bad ones in the back, both drunk (In the back! In the back!) both hands on me

Told her, “Don’t fall in love (Dont fall! Dont fall!), I’m gone by the count of three” (Yeah!)

Too much i-ice, turn the room to degrees (Ice Ice!)

Too much dri-ip, left a stain on the seat (Drip! Drip!)

She wanna sta-ay, but my flight overseas

Told her, “Pack li-ight(Yeah!), we don’t check underneath” ( Woo! Woo! Woo!)

Penthouse view-ws, got the city lit beneath (Lit! Lit! Lit!)

Champagne spi-ills, now it’s stuck on my fleece (yeah, yeah)

We just get li-it, we don’t stress, we don’t tweak

If they talk do-own, then they talkin’ to me (woooooah!)

[Verse]

Litre of Sprite, then I crush up the ice

Pour me some more (more!), then some more (more! more! more!)

Then some more (woah!)

That bitch asking for some more, all you getting is that door (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Told her I ain't got no feelings(Ayy!), I just left 'em on the floor

[Bridge]

Now we sittin’, pourin’ up a four, need a medic

Fingers bleeding from countin’, countin’, countin’ all that fucking dough (Lets get it!), let’s get it

Money do flips, acrobatic, no edits

Bank statement looking like a flight map, no credits (Alright!)

I just put Raf on my body (Oh shit!), my fit be expensive

She see the chain, now she talkin’ obsessive

Told her relax, I ain’t lookin’ for lessons (Goddamn!)

I’m in the sky like a jet with no exit

Louis V duffle, the racks overflowing (Woo! Woo! Woo!)

Walk in the club and it feel like it’s snowing

Popped me a bottle, then popped me a moment(Yeah!)

[Verse]

Shorty keep callin’, she stuck in the moment (Ay!)

Pedal go down, now I’m pushin’ the limits (Ay!)

Need me a milli, I’m way past a gimmick (Ay!)

Hunnids on hunnids, they stack to the ceilin’ (What?)

I might go ghost but I’m still in the building,(what?)

Woaah

Hatin’ ass talk, but I know they civilians (what?)

Bitch, I’m too cold(Huh), need a coat with the zipping(Huh)

Told her come over, she know that I’m dipping (Yah!)

Heard they be talking, but I never listen

Yeah broke boy opinions ain't part of my business

She want a ring, told her, “Bitch, you trippin"

I need me a bag(Bitch!), not a text with some kisses (Hahaha!)

Shit gettin’ hot, got the ice in the cup (Ice! Ice!)

I took a sip and it fucked up my gut

I took her back, then I told her, “We done”

She said, “Boy, you toxic as fuck”

[Chorus]

I just pulled up, too lit, too clean, (yeah!)

Yeah they know that’s me

Racks too tall, can't fold, can’t bend, (Yeah!)

Money stretch like fleece

Two bad ones in the back, both drunk (In the back! In the back!) both hands on me

Told her, “Don’t fall in love (Dont fall! Dont fall!), I’m gone by the count of three”

Too much i-ice, turn the room to degrees (Ice Ice!)

Too much dri-ip, left a stain on the seat (Drip! Drip!)

She wanna sta-ay, but my flight overseas

Told her, “Pack li-ight, we don’t check underneath” ( Woo! Woo! Woo!)

Penthouse view-ws, got the city lit beneath