[Intro]

Hi, I'm Oliver Francis, welcome to Jackass

Ooh

Bitch, I'm going in, fuck it

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Fuck it, all Louis luggage

With my lil' stoner shawty, smokin' marijuana nuggets (Smokin' gas, bitch)

Bitch, I'm ballin', ain't nothin' but buckets

Yeah, I'm talking seven figures, we ain't ballin' on a budget

Baby, fuck with a young rich boy like me (Uh)

I'm a face, yeah, the rapper with like twenty million streams

I don't really know the math, but I know my lawyer do (Cha-ching)

Yeah, my money look like Sonic, boy, them hunnids all blue

Got the instrumental knockin' like its Mechagodzilla

I was fuckin' on lil' thottie in them ugly ass Filas, bitch

Go and ask the mic, I'm all killer, no filler

Big dripper, Saint Laurent denim, microphone ripper, uh

Shiny wrist, new fit, all designer too

I'ma need a Kylie and a Kendall too (I need a Kylie and a Kendall)

Flow cold, bitch, you could call it Theraflu (Yeah)

You talking about some Raf? Motherfucker, I might embarrass you

New Godflow, and who got hoes? It's me (I got bitches)

Rubberband Man like T.I.P (Yeah)

And if you see me walk up in the function, everybody showing love

Big drippin', sippin' bubble tea up out this double cup, bitch

[Chorus]

I'm sipping Henny with a couple bad hoes (Ayy)

Say they never seen a Chevy with the butterfly doors (Aw, yeah)

Pouring up the liquor, we gon' sip it real slow

Put the peddle to the medal, make the wheels burn smoke (Bitch)

Smelling like Givenchy and a big bank roll

Got a couple bitches with me and they all get love

Doing donuts in the Bentley 'til the wheels fall off, yeah (Yeah)

I been gettin’ money with my team nonstop, nonstop

[Verse 2]

Bitch, at the top and we still goin’ up (Goin' up, goin' up)

Probably gettin’ top up on top the fuckin' tour bus (She gimme top, ooh)

2015, homie, Oliver was broke as fuck

Now I’m sippin’ Malibu rum up out a coconut (Bitch)

Now the fans goin' nuts, sellin’ out the shows, bitch (Yeah)

Now I got Chryse Gucci’d out, head to toe, bitch

Waitin' for the night, a couple Jennys from the block

I just flooded out the wrist, this a tennie, not no watch

Yeah, the whip self park, don't need the valet (Skrrt)

Young Tony Stark, just saved the rap game

Wit' a Gwyneth Paltrow, shoppin' on Rodeo

Mix the Acne blue jeans, with some white Fazos

Got them diamonds in the chest like the gang playin' Minecraft (Ooh)

You can smell the marijuana when the Audi fly past (Skrrt)

Bitches with double D’s out on the jet skis

Out on South Beach, rockin’ designer shoes with double C’s (The Chanel)

Ayy, yeah, Amy Lee on my dick

I'ma smoke woods 'til my lungs bleedin' and shit

I'ma come through, lookin’ too clean in this bitch

I might fuck you and your girlfriend in a bit, ooh

Ice box, drip, drip, when I walk through

In some Fendi flip flops, chillin’ by the pool, uh

Bitch, I’m whippin’ a Suburban, sittin’ on twenty-two

Chillin’ with a Uma Thurman and a Lucy Liu, bitch

[Chorus]

Know I'm sipping Henny with a couple bad hoes

Say they never seen a Chevy with the Butterfly doors

Pouring up the liquor, we gon' sip it real slow

Put the peddle to the medal, make the wheels burn smoke (Bitch)

Smelling like Givenchy and a big bank roll (Yeah)

Got a couple bitches with me and they all get love (Yeah)

Doing donuts in the Bentley 'til the wheels fall off, yeah (Uh)

I been gettin’ money with my team nonstop, nonstop