I might pull up in a tank, that's my ride, uh

Bentley truckin' with Jus, that's my guy, uh

Got your bitch on my lap, that's my vibe, uh (ayy)

These Cartiers fit my face and my eyes, ayy

Pullin' up deep as fuck with my mob (with my mob)

See a nigga drippin' sauce, bitch, I'm fly (bitch, I'm fly)

They don't want no beef, I see it in they eyes (in they eyes)

Come toe to toe with me, you might not survive (not survive)

This shit get ugly 'round my motherfuckin' side ('round my side)

Bitch, I'm from T-Town, that's where I reside (I reside)

My niggas pull up, you know they gon' slide (they gon' slide)

You talkin' tough and you end up a stripe, hey, yeah

Baby, check my Patek, yeah it's two-tone

Don't try to call me or text, got a new phone

Ain't with the back and forth, want me to put a ring on

But when she back it up, she gon' take her time on my ding-dong

Pullin' and strokin' her hair

Givenchy, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, take off your underwear

Christian Louboutins got me drippin' all the sauce

OHB, we pay the cost, you know who the boss

Yeah, and we don't mingle with bums, where your funds go?

Lay back, chase bucks, shit

But K Wales like Lud Foe

Pull up and run shit

I pray up, get Gusto, and say rest to Justo

I'm tied in with gangstas, know Vice Lords, know Bloods, Locs

They rowdy all the time like it's GS9

Bitch from Cali, from the Valley, go to Pepperdine

She from Saudi, push an Audi only half the time (yeah)

What she drivin' color white, it's like a powdered donut line (look)

Yeah, I done slid through LA in some two doors

I done pulled some old moves on some new hoes

We been up for some hours like two-four

Gettin' bucks like I'm Antetokounmpo, yeah

Niggas gon' hate, you know that

Get it and cake, you know that

Finish my plate, you know that

I ain't never gon' hold back (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I ain't never gon' hold back (alright)

Feelin' like Kobe, I'm chosen

I'm tryna get shit up in motion

See a nigga on a poster (woo)

Can't keep your composure (woo)

Ride the Wraith like it's stolen (woo)

Tell your bitch come over

Too rich, never sober (woo)

Billions on my mind (yeah)

They keep me up all the time (yeah)

They keep me up on my grind (yeah)

Too high, can't reach me (reach me)

Nothing you can teach me (teach me)

Good dick got you fiendin' (yeah)

I'm hood rich, bitch, believe me (woo)

Money don't fall from trees (nah)

But I'ma ball through these seasons (yeah)

I got a million reasons why your bitch always leavin'

I stay on her mind

I know that she gon' pick up anytime I wanna hear it

I know she sneak out late night

I get it when I want, bottom line (yeah, huh)

Sip Chandon Moët, I'm a tickin' time bomb, hold up

And I'm from where it's cold at

But I'm where it's all warm, hold up

Your OG ain't a threat, he wanna be us when he grow up

Old jawn wanna make a throwback

Split her down the middle like I'm Moses

Take a picture for the poster, how I crush linen with the loafers

Hit the plug for the gold, I love it when I mix it with the Gosha

Take off for the culture, we been playin' hard without the coaches

Standin', actin' dumb all on the couches

But they still gon' call us up to host it

Need a million for the feature

Paid a milli' for the sneakers

Bad bitches in the bleachers

Young nigga fuckin' with the teachers

CYN and OHB now

Throwin' bands, winnin', never take a loss