How you fit up in them Jeans

And you walk so stank

When you walk in vip

The ballers gonna break

The bank, I can’t judge you

This ain’t nothing new

Bitches gone fuck for cash

Won’t play mad with you

‘Cause you gone fuck on me

To get some dank

‘Bout to make ‘em sick

‘Bout to make ‘em sick

Let ‘em pay for some Balenci

Buss it for a spliff

We get high then you go low

You love contradict

Said that you don’t usually

Do this guess I’m an anomaly

Said you is a busy body but

You got some time today

Top thot hot tomalé

Eat it with no dinner plate

Hot box non stop

I feel like an astronaut

Geeked up till we

See the sun

Clouds of loud

Up in my lungs

Said that she in love okay

Dodge that bull olé

Name ain’t Carlo Cracco

But I got the bolognese

They done gassed you up

Inside your head a bag of lays

Keep on coming back for more

Guess it’s more than a phase

Shawty Michael Jackson bad

Not no Billy Jean

Thumbing through the paper fast

We don’t need machines

Fucking thooties on the low

Pockets getting swole

Trade designer for her soul

Powder in her nose

‘Bout to make ‘em sick

‘Bout to make ‘em sick

Let ‘em pay for some Balenci

Buss it for a spliff

We get high then you go low

You love contradict

Said that you don’t usually

Do this guess I’m an anomaly

Said you is a busy body but

You got some time today

Top thot hot tomalé

Eat it with no dinner plate

Hot box non stop

I feel like an astronaut

Geeked up till we

See the sun

Clouds of loud

Up in my lungs