[Intro]

(YoungTN productions)

Oh, I'm 'bout to float on this bitch

(Oh yeah, Berki, this the one right here)

[Chorus]

She like, "Birkin bag, I'm classy," bitch, get nasty and you got it

I might Forgiato my whip, five-percent my tint, I ain't even go to college

And she ain't go to college either, but the way that she giving me head like she giving me knowledge

I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it

Grip grain, cop a two-tone AP, bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds

And she don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me, she gon' do what I say like assignments

She know that I pop my shit

I'ma buy her Chanel whenever she want it

And I don't really do outside

Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining

Ghost or the Dawn, want a new Rolls

COVID, I’m booked for a few shows

I hit Rodeo for new clothes

Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublot

And they know if he blow, I blow

Niggas get hit, better dip like P coat

I put five-percent on my whip

But a nigga like Curry, I'm a hundred from the free throw

[Verse 1]

Who said what?

We rock Cartiers buffs

You can't play like you tough

Put fifty, we double it up

Niggas get hit for a hundred, he ain't got two hundred

He like double or nothing

Bitch, you broke, you better off just tryna double your cup

I'm tryna double my sluts

You know if she bad, I hit that

I be in a room full of niggas who rich

Rolex, AP, have a wrist match

We drop a bodybag, he drop a diss track

They like, "You fire," I ain't even lit yet

She be blowing mine and I ain't hit yet

I do everything them niggas ain't did yet

[Chorus]

She like, "Birkin bag, I'm classy," bitch, get nasty and you got it

I might Forgiato my whip, five-percent my tint, I ain't even go to college

And she ain't go to college either, but the way that she giving me head like she giving me knowledge

I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it

Grip grain, cop a two-tone AP, bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds

And she don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me, she gon' do what I say like assignments

She know that I pop my shit

I'ma buy her Chanel whenever she want it

And I don't really do outside

Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining

Ghost or the Dawn, want a new Rolls

COVID, I’m booked for a few shows

I hit Rodeo for new clothes

Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublot

And they know if he blow, I blow

Niggas get hit, better dip like P coat

I put five-percent on my whip

But a nigga like Curry, I'm a hundred from the free throw

[Verse 2]

They know it get chill outside

Tell 'em lay real outside

We could bring hell to the earth

But I'm still praying to God

I put my right hand on the bible, gang let it bang when he slide

Them niggas pussy, I could smell it, we ain't the same on our side

Tell me how you want it, just pick your opponent, we all gon' do that

You think if you shoot at is that a nigga ain't gon' shoot back

I just copped a two-door convertible, push my roof back

They say it was after the storm, so you know I had to bring the cool back

We turn your block the way we move at

White tees and we rock durags

Contemplating your next move while I run up a new bag

I don't fuck with niggas, tell bro don't bring 'round no new cats

And I spent ten for the earrings, kept falling out, I need the screw backs

[Chorus]

She like, "Birkin bag, I'm classy," bitch, get nasty and you got it

I might Forgiato my whip, five-percent my tint, I ain't even go to college

And she ain't go to college either, but the way that she giving me head like she giving me knowledge

I know she a lil' freaky bitch, she gon' stand on her toes like a stallion whenever she ride it

Grip grain, cop a two-tone AP, bust it all down, I'ma fill it all up with diamonds

And she don't even mind her mama, but she listen to me, she gon' do what I say like assignments

She know that I pop my shit

I'ma buy her Chanel whenever she want it

And I don't really do outside

Told the bitch I'm fine on the wining and dining

Ghost or the Dawn, want a new Rolls

COVID, I’m booked for a few shows

I hit Rodeo for new clothes

Fuck a Rolex, tryna cop me a Hublot

And they know if he blow, I blow

Niggas get hit, better dip like P coat

I put five-percent on my whip

But a nigga like Curry, I'm a hundred from the free throw