[Verse 1: Flight]

Too much money in my pockets, I just broke the scale

He askin' 'bout his bitch but I don't kiss and tell

It don't cost a dollar just for you to fuckin' keep it real

She ain't go to college but her head said she went to Yale

What you bringin' to the table other than the bare minimum?

Shawty come with baggage, I'm talkin' about ten of them

Ja Morant, it's me how I'm ballin' just in general

Main account, inside account, both lookin' identicals

Walkin' out the jeweler like Serena with this tennis chain

Diamonds bustin' out the meter, this is not a game

Fifty-K bust down, this is not the same

Real VVS's dancin', keep you entertained

Ballin' like New Orleans but this bitch ain't a Saint

I'm competin' with the bank on another rank

My neck like a yacht and they finna walk the plank

I'm competin' with the bank on another rank

Check the stats, I'm up, bitch, ninety-nine overall

Designer stores callin' tryna sign me, I'ma ball

Wake up, make money, no employee, I'm the boss

I just turned my safe into a bank inside my walls

A couple cribs, a couple cars like it's four of me

What's so hard? You think that I don't go to sleep

Just to keep the spots you treat my mansion like a sneaky link

And told my sneaky link look at the double tree

I'm on my shit, please, you ain't doin' it right

Three wives, Mexican, Asian and the other one white

Two-tone AP, one rose and the other one white

I'm in the field with this shit like my name was Ray Rice, uh

Never been a benchwarmer

I could never see some flaw shit and act normal

I pop my shit like some grease on the stove, I can't be humbled

Like a box match I beat it up, girl, let's rumble

Yeah, ayy

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]

I had to go and grab my water, huh

I been dealin' with too much shit that's subpar, huh, huh

Bitch can't shake no ass 'til your butt bars

You know I uppercut the nigga, make his forehead touch Mars

Chopper spit the numbers like I cut cars

You know I, huh, play around with your hundreds but don't touch ours

You know I, huh, play round with your money but don't touch mine

I hit your momma from the front and make her butt shine

And told them hoes it's goin' down like upside

Haha, Debo the trappin', cut the lunch line

Uh-huh, whip cook a whole brick, I do my one-two

Huh, the sweet was on the way when AP we was up too

Huh, first thing I like to say to opps is, "Fuck you"

I won't hesitate to teach you niggas like a substitute

Beat it, spinned a nigga block, hop out in monkey suit

Nah, I'll shoot Bishop in this top, I got a punch of juice, hahaha