[Intro]

(Aye yo Quantich, run them bands up)

[Chorus: Itsmarsyadig]

I could shake and shimmy, drip and drop

Baby got a bag full, I know what you want (Yuh, yuh)

Put her on a flight, she gon' land in Milan (Ya dig)

If she ‘actin right then it’s Yves Saint Laurent (Hold up, hold up, yeah)

I had promethazine in the backpack

With a bad bitch in the backseat

With the Cartier, I can’t see

And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it’s a bad deal

Stack my chicken, I don’t want no green (Yuh, yuh)

My jeans cost more than what’s inside my jeans

[Verse 1: Itsmarsyadig]

Runnin' outta luck, bae, I’m not that type of guy (Ya dig)

I know that you freaky, don’t know why you actin' shy

If I’m feeling bold then I'm gonna roll the die

If I’m out in public, got a model by my side

Yeah, twenty years old, not a nematode but you know I’m drownin' (Drown)

Twenty years old, not a nеmatode but you know I’m drownin' (Yuh)

Cash out my bitch, I throw her some racks and makе her go count it

I’m the type to embarrass accountants

[Chorus: Itsmarsyadig]

I could shake and shimmy, drip and drop

Baby got a bag full, I know what you want (Yuh, yuh)

Put her on a flight, she gon' land in Milan (Ya dig)

If she ‘actin right then it’s Yves Saint Laurent (Hold up, hold up, yeah)

I had promethazine in the backpack

With a bad bitch in the backseat

With the Cartier, I can’t see

And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it’s a bad deal

Stack my chicken, I don’t want no green (Yuh, yuh)

My jeans cost more than what’s inside my jeans

[Verse 2: Yung Rani]

I grew up to love the attention

It’s coming so fast, it ain't set in

I ain’t spoke in a minute, yuh, so give me a minute

I pull up and wave, grab the Mercé

I’m paving the way, so they got it made

They made assumptions

That’s not what I paved, that's not what I

The actions I’m taking ain’t part of a phase

They take a photo and look at me strange

To deal with the bullshit I do

I'm gon' need a raise to do what I do

You'd think it’s untrue, must be a group

It’s only one name, they get embarrassed they not in my lane

Shouldn’t refer to yourself when you mention my name

I might just shoot a scene with a drama queen with her hair tied back

Something from a dream, I don’t wanna leave

I just wanna be posted up, laid back

Probably make her scream, lettin' off steam

Take her somewhere that we she wanna be

Woke up, just a memory (Aye yo Quantich)

Just a memory

[Chorus: Itsmarsyadig]

I had promethazine in the backpack

With a bad bitch in the backseat

With the Cartier, I can’t see

And the Chardonnay with the cap sealed, it’s a bad deal

Stack my chicken, I don’t want no green (Yuh, yuh)

My jeans cost more than what’s inside my jeans

[Outro]

(Aye yo Quantich, run them bands up)