Yeah, yeah, slime
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty
Gucci rag for my , they look dirty, yeah
Yeah
Jeffery
I cant do nothin with that bitch the way she flodgin 
Wrapped a million up, aint none of my dogs starvin 
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois me 
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty 
I got thirty new bitches like Im Curry 
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains 
Okay, if you seen her with me you know she workin 
Okay, I just spent a quarter mil on purses 
I have never settled for a bitch that swerves me 
Oh, yeah, oh
Yeah, Balenciaga Triple S, the furs with em 
My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me 
Purple Act, purple kush, purple Percs, nigga 
I tote Fear of God by the jeans with the skirts, nigga 
I was badmon way before you jerked, nigga 
I know Chanel personal work cellular
I know, Im the GOAT, I know
All four of my pockets got the Klumps, Im Eddie Murphy 
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty 
I got thirty new bitches like Im Curry 
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains 
Yeah, I cant do nothin with the bitch, just know she stalkin 
Wrapped a million up, aint none of my niggas starvin 
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in 
How the hell my trunk fit a whole engine? 
Im tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million 
Niggas be plottin, the reason I tote a semi 
YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys 
You niggas keep stealin my drip, Ima need a percentage 
Just got some head from your bitch, I aint even wanna hit it 
Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act, I feel like like a chemist 
Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah, slatt business 
Slime was the first to take me cross the border 
Walked inside of Saks and spent a quarter 
Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler 
Young GunWunna a GOAT in that order 
Me and Booka Loc bout to go to Bora Bora 
Rode the four-door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse 
Went to fifty states and back on a world tour 
Human Races, I came a long way from Diadoras 
I just made one of my bitches take my other bitch some paper out in LA
Yeah, I just made one of my girls take my other girl some paper out in LA
Told them they have a two-way til I arrive
Told them they have a two-way til I arrive, yeah 
All my guys mob-tied 
Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty 
I got thirty new bitches like Im Curry 
Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 
I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains 
Yeah, I cant do nothin with the bitch, just know she stalkin 
Wrapped a million up, aint none of my niggas starvin 
Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 
Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in