Verse 1

Prod. Emerald:

Girl, what you told me, AP on my wrist, no, this not a Rollie

Moonwalk from the free throw line, feel like I'm Kobe

Feel like I'm Ahab, gotta search for that Moby

Lost in my words, man, they must forgot my motives

Making all that damn bread, I'm just gon' stay floating

Gotta keep my bodyguard on me, can't expose it

At last, let's do our best to make sure he ain't voted

We're playing all these games till we get hit with that roller

Man, I’m tired of your ways, they got me oh so wrong

Got a lot of people been hittin', but they soft

Exploring, baby — Lara, ain’t no Croft

I was cheatin' in that girl’s pictures, thought they cropped it

They wondеr what I'm up to, they wanna know what I'm on

Chorus

Prod. Emerald:

Got a hundred dollars in my ridе, just gotta stack up that munyun

Stack it up, gotta love her, not lust yeah

Man, I stepped down for the man, pour out the Tuss, yeah

Man, I’m tired of drank, and I poured out that Tuss

A hundred damn racks, yeah, you know that’s us

Verse 2

Prod. Emerald:

Gotta go out right now, she wanna stay in my head, yeah

With me right now, I promise I'll take ’em like red

Got a hundred bands right now, just go watch me, go spread it

Lil' boy said the burn’s bad, I don't think he's ready

They say I'm a hothead, no, I'm not petty

1738 bands like my name is Fetty

YSL, white Rick on, they callin' me Betty

Girl, I can't go light, Benz, yeah, gotta make that bread

Gotta make that bread, yeah, gotta make that bread

Oh, gotta make that bread, oh, yeah, gotta make that bread

Gotta make that bread, oh, yeah, gotta make that bread

Gotta make that bread, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hook (Reprise)

Prod. Emerald:

Girl, what you told me, AP on my wrist, no, this not a Rollie

Moonwalk from the free throw line, feel like I'm Kobe

Feel like I'm Ahab, gotta search for that Moby

Lost in my words, man, they must forgot my motives

Making all that damn bread, I'm just gon' stay floating

Gotta keep my bodyguard on me, can't expose it

At last, let's do our best to make sure he ain't voted

We're playing all these games till we get hit with that roller

Outro / Narration

Narrator:

That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate

And be the white whale agent, or be the white whale principal

I will wreak that hate upon him

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man

I'd strike the sun if it'd insult on me

For could the sun do that, then I could do the other

Since there is ever a sort of fair play herein

Jealousy presiding over all creation