[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Yo main bitch fiend

For my dick like its dope

I was on Weston

With my smith and a coat

Come and get ya main bitch

She gave me dome

She tryna ride my wave

Like a boat

These ain't adidas nigga

These is raf simons

If you didn't put in on this lean

Then i passing it

How you walk around with fendi packs

And got no bag in it

Oh you a opp?

Well then you might as well have a badge innit

[Verse 1: 55Bagz]

Huh

Dont need a stylist nigga

I put that shit on

So much amiri jeans

They think im selling coke

Strap a brick up

Put it on a boat

Bitch im a real thing

These other niggas clones

You wanna leave your boyfriend cuz he ain't shit huh

He broke as fuck, you wanna trap like it look lit huh?

Wanna fuck my chain on and my flicks huh?

You like my wrist you want hit you think im it huh?

These niggas cryin dont have any money shit for days

Brand new bentley truck i party

When i was broke she ain't fuck thought i was lame

Got a bag now she fuck me for a name

[Verse 2: Yung Bino]

You better check ya main bitch

She gave me throat

Im balling on these niggas

Think that im deroze (yeah)

Pullup with my boys

And we pullup with them switches

How you sayin thats your shooter

And your shooter didn't even hit

So much money on me that she just might just catch a tip

I dont know i got that bitch and im all in her throat yeah

And the shoes it just came from raf simons

She fiendin for the dick

I dont care bout call of duty

She fiendin for the dick yeah she fiendin

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]

Yo main bitch fiend

For my dick like its dope

I was on Weston

With my smith and a coat

Come and get ya main bitch

She gave me dome

She tryna ride my wave

Like a boat