[Chorus]

Call it what you want, I just want some head

I don't know your name, money long

On my way to take her home, she let me penetrate

I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space

Satellite, uh, uh, out of sight, uh

Private flight, and it's top tier

Tryna copy the style and you ain't do it right

I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes

[Verse 1]

I whip the seven-seater Range Rover like a Trackhawk

I'm one of the trend setters cut from a whole different cloth

I done got a rich fetish, stack rеlish, I'm a underdog

I'll never gеt petty, I ain't petty, I'm a real boss

Nigga count big fetti, you can tell, way a nigga walk

I know the way you can keep steppin', they'll pay him and really talk

Handle the business at all times, early mornin' when I get a call

Protectin' the greatest of all time, aw, man, you a real dog

Pull up in the SF90, I can switch cars by the minute

It ain't hard to see who in it, it ain't hard to see who winnin'

Look how I style my girl, she, uh, had to take an image, uh

Cash, we havin' plenty, uh, I don't get offended (I don't get offended)

[Chorus]

Call it what you want, I just want some head

I don't know your name, money long

On my way to take her home, she let me penetrate

I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space

Satellite (Satellite), uh, uh, out of sight, uh (Uh)

Private flight (Private flight), and it's top tier (Tier)

Tryna copy the style and you ain't do it right (Do it right)

I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes

[Verse 2]

This a million in jewelry, so insurance way more than Geico

Last year I was tourin', now I'm back in Europe, it's a cycle

I can see the influence that I'm doin', you don't hear a nigga though

It's the Young Gunna Wunna and you know I'm comin', I'm a billy goat

'Fore the young one that believin' it can happen, I'ma keep on givin' hope

I'ma keep countin' and stackin', make it stack up high up on your tippy toes

Nigga be doin' that cappin', now that cappin' catch up to your front door

Run the cash, need it pronto, whenever mad, got a blunt rolled

I got my bitch a trainer, she ain't had to get lipo

Nigga had tweeted my name, must've had to be a typo, pray the cash could recycle

Hittin' the pull-ups and pressin' heavy, it ain't light, no

(Hittin' the pull-ups and pressin' heavy, it ain't light, no)

[Chorus]

Call it what you want (Want), I just want some head (Head)

I don't know your name (Name), money long (Money long)

On my way to take her home, she let me penetrate

I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space

Satellite (Satellite), uh, uh, out of sight, uh (Uh)

Private flight (Private flight), and it's top tier (Tier)

Tryna copy the style and you ain't do it right (Do it right)

I don't fuck with you clowns, you niggas prototypes (Prototype)

[Outro]

Call it what you want, I just want some head

I don't know your name, money long

On my way to take her home, she let me penetrate

I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space