[Intro]

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

Who they wanna be? I'm who they wanna be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)

Bitch, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Bird business supremacy)

Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah

I got so much fuckin' cheese, cheese

[Pre-Chorus]

Who these niggas wanna be? They wanna be me

Clutchin' thе 43X, my niggas shoot from the three

[Chorus]

I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese

I got so much fuckin' cheesе, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese

I got so much fuckin' cheese

Everything these niggas wear, I swear that shit be so cheap

[Verse 1]

I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah

Kan just went SRT, he can't control that bitch, he should've bought him a fuckin' Jeep

Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease

Can't give these niggas peace, Glock 27 got a fuckin'—

Can't say it on this bitch but the way that bitch sound, it's a glitch

If I get caught with this bitch, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit

Hang with all my fuckin' dawgs, make them niggas go sick

Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these niggas be sick

I don't want no fuckin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick

She got a lot of ass up in them pants, I like the way that bitch sit

AMG move fast, they like, "Where the fuck this boy went?"

Sold that nigga some fent' 'cause that bitch had me bent

My cup cost a nigga rent, literally

Look at my muhfuckin' jacket, that bitch came from Italy

Cut off that bitch two years ago, I know that that bitch missin' me

Soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me

I'm high on the motherfucking holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree

I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee

All these niggas do is mug 'cause they hate on me

Put that bitch in a blunt

All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun

If my nigga get caught with that gun, he on the run

Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why (I don't know why)

I'm chillin' with God, look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil

Look at my bezel, VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level (Uh)

[Chorus]

I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese

I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese

I got so much fuckin' cheese

Everything these niggas wear, I swear that shit be so cheap

[Verse 2]

Schedule II boys, drug business

I just popped a motherfuckin' pill and this bitch got me too lifted

You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red

I'm lyin', I do, my stupid ass had to catch my head

[Outro]

Had to catch my head

Catch my head