[Intro/Verse 1]

Hop right off the plane straight to the booth

Leave right out the booth straight up the Truth

You don't know a bitch this bad tell the truth

Bottles on ice, bad bitches in my booth

Lookin' like a mil with my kit on, all that mouth you the kind of bitch I shit on

Wrist half a chicken with the chain got a brick on

I ain't slipping lil homie strap with the stick on

New money, blue hundreds, you can get it however you want it

Jumped in vette' fast lane, two hunnid'

Cane new Patek had em' sick to they stomach

[Hook]

Whatchu' livin' like nigga I'm turnt', Dolce & Gabbana seven hundred for a shirt

Hunnid' for the whip top off the vert, pop out lеave these lil' bitchеs hurt

Lookin' like I'm plug with the work

Turn around and make that big booty twerk

I just spend five racks on a purse

Whatchu' livin' like nigga I'm turnt'

[Verse 2]

Shittin' all on these bitches and they know that

Diamonds in the link, Diamonds in the Rolex

[?] came with the water and I froze that

If you ain't tryna spend money hit the rode jack

I could take your nigga any day but I'm good

They don't even want this sass and it's on hood

Rolling round big capping like he got the goods

When this mans got the bag he don't wanna roll the woods

Tryna fuck me better wish on a star or something

Catch me while in stripping throw a dub and a bar or something

You ain't got no money nigga? you better borrow some

Take me to the lot buy bad bitch a car or something

[Hook]

Whatchu' livin' like nigga I'm turnt', Dolce & Gabbana seven hundred for a shirt

Hunnid' for the whip top off the vert, pop out leave these lil' bitches hurt

Lookin' like I'm plug with the work

Turn around and make that big booty twerk

I just spend five racks on a purse

Whatchu' livin' like nigga I'm turnt'