[Intro]

(AJ Stay Workin, on God)

(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus: Gunna]

All of my foreigns got luxurious speed, I could hit on the freeway

I ain't givin' no help, I know how to play deaf I dont talk to the D.A

Met yo bitch on the strip, put my dick on her lip, now it lookin' like toothpaste

If we hop in da' whip, with sixteen in the clip, that boy gon see his due date

Got hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', I keep me some blue racks

Fishscale comin, it cost me a couple of commas, I got it in two days

Lot of garments, designer, and custom, I'm rockin' this shit on the runway

Livin' life and I love it, won't trade it for nothin', thank God every Sunday

[Verse 1: Gunna]

Do what they don't, and I buy what I want, and these niggas don't like it

When I step on the scene just me, so fresh and so clean, I know they gon' bite it

Pockets full of blue cheese, I'm smokin' on Biscotti weed, I'm tryna get the highest

If you playin' with me, I make sure don't nobody eat, you goin' on a diet

Yeah, we ain't goin' on a diet, call up the dealer and order the Cayenne

True what I do, why the fuck is you lyin'?

Keep me a tool, 'cause the world steady dyin'

You not from the city, you live in Mt. Zion

I can't leave the spot without havin' that iron

Keep this shit quiet, don't speak through the vine

Free all my dogs on the road doin' time

Young Wunna the man, I'm touching my fam, my touch is the Midas

Swear to God we ain't playin', we keep us a hot minivan, the block, we can light it

Louis bag full of bands, I keep me a light hunnid' grand, it’s nothin' excitin'

Out the jungle, I feel like a lion

We got somethin' to sell and we buyin'

[Chorus: Gunna]

All of my foreigns got luxurious speed, I could hit on the freeway

I ain't givin' no help, I know how to play deaf I don't talk to the D.A

Met yo bitch on the strip, put my dick on her lip, now it lookin' like toothpaste

If we hop in da' whip, with sixteen in the clip, that boy gon see his due date

Got hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', I keep me some blue racks

Fishscale comin, it cost me a couple of commas, I got it in two days

Lot of garments, designer, and custom, I'm rockin' this shit on the runway

Livin' life and I love it, won't trade it for nothin', thank God every Sunday

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Woah, how you havin'?

Fuckin' bad bitches, is sure illmatic

How you livin'? 42 shots got me way out of character

How you did it? Came in this bitch, I was breaking all barriers

Who you datin'? I got the baddest lil' bitch in America

I tried not to brag, boast

Even though I'm like the last G.O.A.T

Dash through record, break this shit, take it down like a bad post

She was playin' so I broke her heart, now she mad put some [?]

I was drippin' in the Saint Laurent, Cartier bust the Santons

Jumpin' in and out of Lambos', runnin' in and out of bandos

Totin' choppas with extendos, puttin' models in the friendzone

Milly rocking in the end zone, Richard Millie, got a 'Benz on

She gon' fuck me, put her friends on

I'ma fuck her, put my mans on

[Chorus: Gunna]

All of my foreigns got luxurious speed, I could hit on the freeway

I ain't givin' no help, I know how to play deaf I don't talk to the D.A

Met yo bitch on the strip, put my dick on her lip, now it lookin' like toothpaste

If we hop in da' whip, with sixteen in the clip, that boy gon see his due date

Got hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', on hunnids', I keep me some blue racks

Fishscale comin, it cost me a couple of commas, I got it in two days

Lot of garments, designer, and custom, I'm rockin' this shit on the runway

Livin' life and I love it, won't trade it for nothin', thank God every Sunday