[Intro: Future & Gunna]

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Yeah

[Verse 1: Gunna]

She thicker than Hannah Montana

I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana

2018 the Porsche Panamera

I got some racks on me, bitch, ain't no scammer (Racks)

She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)

I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)

Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)

I been drippin' shit, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah

Marc Jacob jacket, this expensive leather

The syrup and the Percs' got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin')

Broke that ho heart and didn't write her no letter

I'ma go hard, feel like I been gettin' better

And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)

I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture (Nah)

Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up

[Chorus: Gunna]

Yeah

I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)

Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)

Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)

Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)

Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)

Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)

Valentino all over my body (Body)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh

Lil' bitch, just give me them jaws (Hello), ooh

Told her I don't wanna stalk, ooh

Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh

In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, uh)

In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy)

Gunna and I back to back with the drops

So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt)

Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks)

The guap, it won't stop, Maison on my flip flop

Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' that thot

Your bitch play hopscotch, yeah, with my whole squad

Got boys on the block that whippin' the pot

Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot

That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah)

She got a lick that gon' stick to the cock (Yeah)

Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine

Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh)

Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pine

Ooh, my lil' bitch so fine

Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime

Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt)

Woah, had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah

But I still never dropped a dime (Slatt)

Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh)

My new bitch on a 30

Shot a fuck nigga, then act like I'm blind

Dumbass nigga, yeah, better read the signs

Dud ass nigga, better not cross the line

Pull up with my niggas and none of 'em kind

Pull up with your niggas and none of 'em ride

Pull up that SLS, doors suicide

Red on my Hellcat, blue Benji diet

Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot

Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it (Yeah)

Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited (What?)

She gave me top, the cum made me silent

She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic (Lil Uzi, yeah)

[Chorus: Gunna]

Yeah

I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)

Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)

Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah)

Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby (Lobby)

Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)

Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)

Valentino all over my body (Body)