Haha, yeah
I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek first and bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm, no cap 
Im a franchise nigga, yup 
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game 
Yeah, I bought my first Rollie servin caine, yeah
Told your main thing, shit, at least she can pour my cup
I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup 
Fully loaded, totin magazine, yup 
Bitch, Im rollin and Im on codeine, yup 
Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin my chеcks before I knew what was Nikеs 
Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like Im Tyson
PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin 
Take that nigga BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones
One fifty for the walkthrough, Im totin my gun 
Me and slatt, slatt, thats Super Slimey shit 
Swappin hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah 
Watch so froze, dont know what time it is now, yeah
Sak pasé, we shootin with confidence 
Buy a bitch a Birkie, thats a compliment, yeah 
Ballin like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah 
Pluto, Freeband Gang 
Yup, in my white tee 
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please 
Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me 
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes 
Cactis, not no iced tea 
Uh, got em bamboozled like Im Spike Lee 
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me 
Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy 
Incredible, i-i, i-i, general
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese 
Uh, weve been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely 
 Yup, on his white tee, uh 
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people 
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see 
Popped him in his hands, he was typing 
Caterpillar Rari, I fold it, lift it up 
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup 
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the luck 
Keep that, keep that ho 
R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke 
Talk to me nicely 
Keep her on a chain, that aint like me 
Scotts with no strings, you cant tie me 
Im higher than the plane, Im where the Skypes be 
Yep, in my slime tee 
Prince, he in his prime, yee 
Yellowbone too feisty, yee 
Clean him up, no napkin, yee 
Yup, in my white tee 
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please 
Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me 
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes 
Scuse me
Backin out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain
In the corporate buildin Im double-cuppin champagne
Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name
Tryna show all my young niggas how to start to believe
Comin through with no top, she showin the Mickey Ds
After twelve A.M., come through with a special
Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels