[Intro]

Uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Brisket, ayy

S-R-G

It's Jay, no Z, Eazy, no E

Hunna, I'm home

[Chorus]

Gucci bag with the Bridget pants

Touch more bread than a dealer hands

More dead guys than the Thriller dance

Make her "oh boy" like I'm Killa Cam

Sticky rice in my dinner plans

Plotting on a ticket headed to Japan

I put diamonds on the prayin' hands

VVS repent when I sin again

[Verse 1]

And the baddies come in a pack

I'm in New York, that is a fact

With a fatty on my lap

Gettin' bucks, Warren Sapp

Gettin' bread off the apps

Before thе main, I need her at

Before thе fame I was in a trap like William Aft'

The way I would dish you would think I was nash

Fuck what you bought, I'm addicted to cash

Ahead of my time, I don't live in the past

My new girl pretty and very attached

But she can't have two of this if I'm M.I.A. like Tua is

She'll think about who I'ma do it with (Do it, do it)

I wonder who would influence this

Trust falling deep into abyss

That cat no joke, ask Ludacris (That cat no joke, ask Luda)

But with you it's different

I'ma move like a Uber whippin'

'Cause you got more ass than True Religion

When I pick you up, my new addiction

Is to make you "mmm" like the food delicious (Yeah right)

[Chorus]

Gucci bag with the Bridget pants

Touch more bread than a dealer hands

More dead guys than the Thriller dance

Make her "oh boy" like I'm Killa Cam

Sticky rice in my dinner plans

Plotting on a ticket headed to Japan

I put diamonds on the prayin' hands

VVS repent when I sin again

[Verse 2]

From gettin' zeros on my school tests

To goose eggs on my due checks

With the blue Bens like Mercedes

MPHK if I'm doin' 180

I'm cool with my 10, y'all creep with the 7s

Someone ask if I think I'm impressive

I'm a X and leave it in question

'Cause why you think I'm receivin' the blessings? (Why?)

'Cause I work more

And put on for my turf more

I stand on it like a surfboard

Now Middletown what they search for

Now Jay on a verse

Is Kurt Angle on a Perc (Raw)

Them pocket watchers gon' thirst

Searchin' up Jay Eazy net worth (I got bread)

[Chorus]

Gucci bag with the Bridget pants

Touch more bread than a dealer hands

More dead guys than the Thriller dance

Make her "oh boy" like I'm Killa Cam

Sticky rice in my dinner plans

Plotting on a ticket headed to Japan

I put diamonds on the prayin' hands

VVS repent when I sin again