[Intro: Sprite Lee]

The Martianz

Yeah

[Chorus: Sprite Lee]

Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans (yeah-yeah)

Ain't even room for the P’s, I make her hollar for me (yeah-yeah)

Told him, "Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free"(yeah-yeah)

I hit the stu' with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah

I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah

I'm speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin’, where you get that?

Your jewelry fake that's a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach

Pull up like where is my kit-kat?

My niggas' whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous

We don't do nothing but pay cash

[Verse 1: Sprite Lee]

Make sure y'all niggas alive when you're in the same room

Whole time you workin' 9-5, except you out late too, yeah

The reason that you keep on trippin' is cause’ you ain’t lace shoes

I don't be trippin’ on internet bullshit 'cause all of that shit was some fake news

Who got the suicide-suicide doors, some models at the crib and they naked on the floor

Walkin' around on the tip of they toes, but don't call her phone, she get done by the bros

’Cause you know the code, I'm just gonna hit it and go

Can't show a love to a hoe

She took the low, my neck and wrist on froze

She took my heart so low

I don't wanna leave no stain

I don't wanna hear no lame

I didn't mean to break my bank

Then I went and got some more drip

I didn't mean to pour this drink

But I've never meant to stay in this place

Wish it never would've caught that case

We'll leave that for the blame

Yeah

[Chorus: Sprite Lee]

Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans

Ain't even room for the P's, I make her hollar for me

Told him, "Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free"

I hit the stu' with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah

I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah

I'm speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin', where you get that?

Your jewelry fake that's a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach

Pull up like where is my cake at?

My niggas' whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous

We don't do nothing but pay cash

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]

We don't do nothing but pay cash

Now I just pulled up in a Maybach

I'ma bust on that bitch, where her face at?

I'ma fuck around, give her a face tat

All these drugs we can never relapse

Smokin' gas always keep a good batch

Lil' shorty got an attitude, I'm gonna calm it down with a couple racks

Thirteen hundred for a Amiri jeans

We be drippin' like a pint of lean

I can tell you wasn't on the team

Lame nigga didn't make the league

Feel the love, but they envy me with the topshotters, I'm an MVP

Got straight heat from my enemies

They can get deceased, be a memory

[Chorus: Sprite Lee]

Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans

Ain't even room for the P's, I make her hollar for me

Told him, "Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free"

I hit the stu' with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah

I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah

I'm speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin', where you get that?

Your jewelry fake that's a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach

Pull up like where is my cake at?

My niggas' whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous

We don't do nothing but pay cash