Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo
They think they all fly , we a different fly 
Yeah, we private flight it , no need for autopilot 
Know we get the highest , know yall all dyin 
Lift the doors up , my wrist is froze up 
My neck get colder , thought I told ya 
We in the fast lane 
In a Hellcat , or in a Mulsanne 
If he bounce back , a hundred shots ring 
Aint got no dogtag , how you gangbang? 
He not bout that , he aint insane 
Give him thirty shots , shoot him Curry range 
Finger flooded , cost more than Audi rings 
Yeah, we bossy , shit be saucy 
Cosey
You said you want a wedding ring, thats when you lost me 
Go big on big, Im irritated with your mouthpiece
I drove a G63 Benz to the nosebleeds 
Yeah, Im her boss, see, see Im so flossy
Lil mama said she want a Benz with the Rolls seats 
I took a helicopter down to the show freak
I told her private jet, we goin shoppin overseas
I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy 
I got some masons on the Southside, ayy 
Im servin chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy 
Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy 
I told lil mama, Bitch, its our time, ayy 
We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy 
We fuckin on top our Carter, hey
I just might pass her to my brothers, hey 
Hundred bands on a seat 
How the fuck I make a half a million in a week? 
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep
I dont know just how the hell I woke up with a freak 
Goddamn, I got millions with no piece 
Different bustdown every fuckin day of the week 
Livin easy breezy, we fuck on designer sheets 
I had me some Henny with my Act, now Im deceased 
Million dollar nig, whip a Maybach out of town 
Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now 
Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time 
Paris Hilton mansion in the hills, I see stars 
Abercrombie birds with the doves, we get money 
Lambo hit the curb, when it dark, it look sunny 
I put neon lights in the penthouse for my mommy 
Wake up, take a piss, drink a seal every morning
Spendin all these goddamn funds
I just put some slimes and some bands on your son
Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun
John Wick shooters, we not scared of James Bond 
Talkin game to get out her panties
Different Chanel, different occasions
I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian
Whippin slime Lam truck, its Caucasian
Yall cat, Tigger
See yall damn whiskers
Her ass soft as pillows
Give her nut like brittle
Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it
Yeah, I wore it, left the tag on my expensive drip
She not talkin bad, I go pimp and pop them lips
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh