[Intro]

Telling you, bro, I cannot wait to fuck the damn label’s head up

(Look out Veno)

Won't be able to fuckin' tell me nothin' no more

(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)

What I speak comes into existence

Uh

[Chorus]

Said she want it plain, she don't want no ice, she my type

Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank over highs

Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right

Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right

[Verse 1]

All I want me is a hundred mill', a hundred mill'

Touch my first goal, I got a double M, a double M

Them pussy niggas, I don't fuck with them, it's up with them

We do no leg shots, above the rim, above the rim

If you take my drank, get high off of one sip, one sip

If my ex bitch know that it's, "Fuck them," it's, "Fuck them" (Yeah)

Had to cut some niggas off, it's, "Fuck them," I don't trust them

My Patek a hundred ball, hit on dim, the lights dim

Tryna stack all my money, so, I'm like, "Shine Cam," yeah, "Shine Cam"

That boy got shitbagged, leave his ass layin'

My Celine pants got two buttons with no zipper

I keep that money flowin' just like a river, just like a river

My album, when I drop, it's no skips, it's no skips

We ain't got no beef with none of them niggas, them niggas could jump off a cliff

Got rich off the rip, I need ten more Ms

So I could feed my family, them, yeah

[Chorus]

Said she want it plain, she don't want no ice, she my type

Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank over highs

Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right

Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right (Brr, b-b-baow)

[Verse 2]

Nigga, put your guns up, yeah

Pull up in a Lam' truck

Bitches sluttin' us, and they fuckin' us

Goin' nuts, I don't want no love

Baby, I can't trust

See it now, rent no truck

Free Amiri jeans, super lit

Yeah, slim fit, and, lil' mama slim-thick

She want a BBL, she wanna be lit as shit

I'm on the bigger thing, ask hoe, I'm lit as shit

And I'ma show that bitch

Oh, she shouldn't have left me

She left me at the wrong time, and now it's, "Fuck her"

She probably with some broke niggas lettin' 'em slut her

I'm a seven-figure nigga, baby, I can't make none of this up (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Said she wanna plane, she don't want no ice, she my type

Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank over highs

Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right

Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right (Uh)