(Chorus)

Aye, keys in ignition

Foot on the gas

Like 'rello we twistin'

Stu' time, don't ask, boy

Unless you is spittin'

I'm chasing the plaques

You at home wishin', yeah (haha)

(Verse 1)

Saint Laurent on the break (skrrt)

Windows opaque

Swoop up lil' shawty

We bumping my tape

Eight for the shoes

Stat pulling in views

Two Gs on my waist

Don't get it confused

Never rock fakes (Nah)

Straight from Ladue

I get to the cake

Then I Jimmy Choo (Choo, Choo)

Gucci, my watch

Shoes look like socks

Do songs in one take

That shit in your queue (bet)

I drop this shit at 80k

I keep climbing

Don’t follow no leader

Who say shit? Not Simon

I smoke misdemeanors

Be graphic designing

Send heat through your speakers

Made this beat

I’m grinding, wow

These stars aligning now

Why you so quiet now?

Damn

Hold up I'm still going

(Verse 2)

I know you ain't heard from me in a lil' minute

This harmony tertiary

Burberry tinted

Girl, my head on Mercury

Memories vivid

Still speak in hyperbole

Reppin' Raf Simons

Electric blue turtleneck

Fuck with the vision

That Hxppa my circle rep

Making transitions

I’m smoking on purple shit

Stereo image

I write like a journalist

No politician

Won’t add to that turbulence

My plays five digits

I kill beats, I'm merciless

Burn weed like bridges

I R=revel in purchases

Impulse decisions

When these sounds resurface bitch

Bass drum drum be kicking

Got all heat like furnace

Hear chords as they switchin

Henny in my thermos

Do dabs while I'm trippin'

I'm counting these earnings

Collecting these listens

But these lines get blurry

At times I get distant

(Chorus)

Uh, keys in ignition

Foot on the gas, girl

Like 'rello we twistin'

Burning through cash, girl

I got bills like Clinton (aye)

You ain't chasing a bag, foo

Like who is you kidding?

(Verse 3)

I fuck up six stings

Like I know the ropes

I'm snipping your wings

Plays all on the globe

I bump in beijing

I got tabs like chrome

I ball like cha-ching

Gucci cologne

Jewelry swing

All up on my clothes

Crew boutta link

Boy watch your tone

You should rethink

I’m in my zone

My supreme hat pink

Your text red like my phone

(Bridge)

I stop thinking when the night starts falling

Fuck these labels, I'm all in

Plays go straight to my wallet

Till you nail my coffin

I'm all froze

Neck be frosted

Playing shows

Gucci cotton

Couple months outta pocket

(Chorus)

Keys in ignition

Foot on the gas, girl

Like 'rello we twistin'

Burning through cash, girl

I got bills like Clinton (aye)

You ain't chasing a bag, foo

Like who is you kidding?