[intro]

Oh Lord

[Hook]

Big rings, they thought I married a B****

Hollup

Big green, I’m counting cabbage and s***

Hollup

Living, we living lavish and s***

Hollup

Thirteen, they know we having this s***

Rick Owens mixed with the Raf Simons

They doing bad business, I just want mad digits

I’m in my bag, I’m in it. You going out sad, you trippin

Outfit rad, Dripping. These n****s p**** you Cat, kitten

I’m a big dog like Brad. I’m Pitting’

[Verse 1]

Big body Benz might hog up the lanes

I’m tryna’ cop me a Bentley Mulsanne

B**** I’m the bomb like Saddam Hussein

This drip rare, yo s*** outdated

Like old black pants, I’m way too faded

Cut the cap. I don’t want to hear it, you can save it

I’m on the grind, Tony Hawk Pro Skater

These n****s sweet like Now & Laters

I just copped a brand new wrist piece, but the s*** way too heavy

Had to put some brand new ice in my Bezzy’

Presidential matte black Chevy

1 of 1, you can’t get this s*** off the shelf

All that hating ain’t good for your health

Need to get some s*** off your chest? (Aye)

And I’m rocking water like Phelps (Aye)

Double “C” , Double “G” , Gucci

I’m living Gucci. My life a movie

My diamonds wet like jacuzzi

And my diamonds dance like Uzi

Finger f*** the ring like a coochie

Mother f*** the fame, I be f***ing on blue cheese

I could give a f*** about a groupie

They know I got it. They thinking I’m Hoodbaby

No baby. Get on the beat and I go crazy

Lately I been rocking ...

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Yesterday I ain’t even put on a ‘fit

Still dripped out. Still at the top-top

These n****s pissed off cause I’m on my s*** now

And they can’t get down with the gang

These n****s lame, N****s can’t hang

They was talking s*** now these h**s on my d***

Look how they switch for the fame and the money and the chains

For the M’s I probably couldn’t blame you

Put a beam on his head. Now he looking like an Indian

These n****s sweeter than muhf***ing cinnamon

Money is my muhf***ing synonym

They know he’s hot so they envy him

He is me, I am Him, He is the chosen one

They call me Lord, but I’m not the holy one

Imma feed your b**** balls after the club, that’s a Hole-in-One

Hit and run like I don’t got no insurance

I run this s*** like I got good endurance

My diamonds clear like hydrated urine

I am not in the tax bracket that you’re in

I am so sick, I think I need curing

All these lil n****s my children

Shawty eat the whole d***, she ain’t sharing

I make her sing like Ed Sheeran

Bust a b**** down, now her p**** needs repairing

[Hook]