[Intro]
Phew
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Phew
(What up, Danny?)
Phew
Huh
[Chorus]
I ain't never goin' broke, that's a fact
Mike Amiri did the jeans, double G's on the hat
In the deep, you'll sink where I'm at
Scat Packin', feel like Nicki, all these B's at the trap
Used to laugh at me, bet them bitches fuck me now
Tints mirror, see yourself, you look me in my eyes
All my opps some burgers, catch 'em out, they gettin' fried
You won't die up in this whip, don't think that you can ride
[Verse 1]
You ain't DSM, better not think that you can ride with me
Said a prayer in my Christian Dior, I know God with me
I can't fuck with basic bitches, I like all of mine picky
If I ain't in the booth, I'm in your bitch or in the 550
AMGs, SRTs, every whip quick
DSM 'til I D-I-E, I can't switch cliques
Catch me drippin' in the hood like a dipstick
If my sharks catch 'em, they gon' fry 'em like a fish stick
In the BNB with ninety fuckin' hoes
I can see the fake love through these icy buffalos
Where is Stan? More than likely touchin' pros
Whole gang in balaclavas, we get shiesty with the poles
We get shiesty with this shit, no cap
They know I'm more than likely with a blick, no lack
You can only find me with them pits, no rats
I know your pockets tiny than a bitch, no racks (But I can't relate)
[Chorus]
I ain't never goin' broke, that's a fact
Mike Amiri did the jeans, double G's on the hat
In the deep, you'll sink where I'm at
Scat Packin', feel like Nicki, all these B's at the trap
Used to laugh at me, bet them bitches fuck me now
Tints mirror, see yourself, you look me in my eyes
All my opps some burgers, catch 'em out, they gettin' fried
You won't die up in this whip, don't think that you can ride
[Verse 2]
When them killers on your ass, boy, don't think that you can hide
It get fishy where I'm at, you know I'm slidin' with the rod
Gotta crawl before you walk, you gotta jam before you slide
All that thinkin' that I'm sweet, I be done blammed it at your mind (You won't think again)
Bitch, I'm chasin' money 24/7, ain't no sleepin' in (Nah)
Tippy-toe, size 44 Balencis what I'm creepin' in
Buffalos the whitest, Carti' glasses what I'm peepin' in
Icy as the fuck, BabyTron look abominable
She should be on Vogue, boy, my bitch look phenomenal
Overcame it all, wasn't trippin' on no obstacles
Woke up thinkin', "Fuck it," took a flight to somewhere tropical
[Chorus]
I ain't never goin' broke, that's a fact
Mike Amiri did the jeans, double G's on the hat
In the deep, you'll sink where I'm at
Scat Packin', feel like Nicki, all these B's at the trap
Used to laugh at me, bet them bitches fuck me now
Tints mirror, see yourself, you look me in my eyes
All my opps some burgers, catch 'em out, they gettin' fried
You won't die up in this whip, don't think that you can ride (Don't think that you can ride)