[Intro]

Ohh-oh (yeah, oh yeah)

Yeah (boom)

This shit hard bro, and this beat crazy (Skrtt, haha)

I'm on run and the bands on the runway

Shawty on my line, runway (Metro!)

Ohhh (yeah, let's do that shit)

[Chorus]

I’m off a Xan, private just left the runway (Runway)

Shawty blowin’ lines, in designer, not a runway (Desinger)

Automatic sticks, grippin’ Glocks like it’s gunplay (Grrr—bang)

Money on my mind, stackin’ chips all through the Monday (Racks)

I’m, too high feel like Michael Jordan in his prime day (Swish)

Flyin’ ‘cross the globe, Paris nights, Rosé on a Sunday

Rollin’ in the Wraith, got the stars in the sky (Skrrt, in The Sky)

In the VIP, got ‘em screamin’ “No way!” (No Way)

[Verse 1]

Speedin’ through these foreigns, switchin’ lanes I’m Cristiano (Ronaldo)

Bitches on the gram, slippin’ DM’s like piano (Mmmhmm, what else?)

Codеine got me leanin’, got thе drip like Picasso (Ice, ice)

Sittin' on my cash got me feeling like I'm Pablo (Cash)

Feelin' like I’m Sosa when I’m rollin’ with that big pole (Bang bang)

Couple hunnid bands, got these haters in a chokehold (What else)

On a private flight, in the bag where the racks fold (Stacks)

Shooters never miss, like Klay in the Bay, woah (Splash)

Flexin’ diamonds, bust down, wetter than a Ian (Ice ice)

Got a bitch in Tokyo, she love giving brain (What else)

Poppin’ pills, can’t feel a thing, numb like Novocain, on the charts like I'm Drizzy, switchin’ flows again and again

[Chorus]

— just left the runway (Runway)

Shawty blowin’ lines, in designer, not a runway (Desinger)

Automatic sticks, grippin’ Glocks like it’s gunplay (Grrr—bang)

Money on my mind, stackin’ chips all through the Monday (Racks)

I’m, too high feel like Michael Jordan in his prime day (Swish)

Flyin’ ‘cross the globe, Paris nights, Rosé on a Sunday

Rollin’ in the Wraith, got the stars in the sky (Skrrt, in The Sky)

In the VIP, got ‘em screamin’ “No way!” (No Way)

[Verse 2]

Drugs got me talkin’, seein’ colors like I’m Ye (Like I'm Ye)

Fucked her off the addy, she screamin’ Beyoncé (Screaming what)

Bentley trucks, matte black, racin’ down the highway (Skrskr—skrrt)

Money stretched long, I'm like Gronk with the bonus play (Racks)

Hit the booth like MJ in ‘Thriller, killer every day (Grrah)

I’m in Milan with two hoes, they don’t speak but obey (Mmmhm)

Bussin’ off that Mac, if they talk, send ‘em away (Bang bang—grrah)

Gucci head to toe, smokin’ on that Bombay (What else)

Feelin’ bulletproof, got my head in the clouds (What else)

Heart iced out, lovin’ how the money sounds (What else)

Feelin’ like I’m Travis, got the crowd way too loud (What else)

Stackin’ all these millions, never comin’ down (Never)

[Bridge]

Lost in my mind, smoke help the healing (Yeah)

Lookin’ at these skies, G5 we prevailin’ (Yeah)

All around the world, more cash we mailin’ (Yeah)

Heavy on my wrist, VVS no failin’

[Chorus]

I’m off a Xan, private just left the runway (Runway)

Shawty blowin’ lines, in designer, not a runway (Desinger)

Automatic sticks, grippin’ Glocks like it’s gunplay (Grrr—bang)

Money on my mind, stackin’ chips all through the Monday (Racks)

I’m, too high feel like Michael Jordan in his prime day (Swish)

Flyin’ ‘cross the globe, Paris nights, Rosé on a Sunday

Rollin’ in the Wraith, got the stars in the sky (Skrrt, in The Sky)

In the VIP, got ‘em screamin’ “No way!” (No Way)