[Intro: Future]

I'm tryna get you high, I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here)

I'm tryna get you high, girl, I'm tryna get you fly

I'm tryna get you fly, I'm tryna get you fly, girl

[Chorus: Future]

Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah

Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah

Fresh Dior off thе runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies

I gеt fresher than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]

I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah

Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah

You never seen what I seen, yeah, I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah

Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah

Bales like pillows for ghosts, yeah, Cha-ne'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah

You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah

Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah, eat it up, every drop, yeah

Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah

You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor

I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches star-struck

They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful

Even though I'm ridin' with my Glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome

[Chorus: Future]

Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah

Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter, went push start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

[Verse 2: NAV]

Ballin', I keep my composure

She fuck with me for exposure

Drivin', V-12 my motor (Skrrt)

They gon' 'member my name when it's over

Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (Yeah)

Had to put on for my country (Yeah)

Pourin' codeine in my tummy (Yeah)

Wipe your nose like it's runny (Slatt)

No opp block, sippin' on bubbly (Bubbly)

Pluto my twin like Dudley (Dudley)

I'm gonna win like Rocky (Yeah)

Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (Yeah)

Certified GIA my fists

Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit

Drive in my city, top down, no tints

Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic

Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took

Ridin' with a thirty clip under my gut

Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent

When I die, my sister gon' benefit

I ain't G.D., but I'll take care plenty folk

Crack in the truck, got plenty coke

Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats

Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap

[Chorus: Future]

Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah

Secured the bag, it was Goyard, stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start, checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth, never lied to you, all I said was facts, yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah