Thats my man 
Flood my wrist with all type of bands 
Ive been blossomin, all type of strands 
Can you get your neck and wrist on flood? Yes I can 
Light it up, light it up , light it up, light it up 
Light it up, light it up , light it up, light it up 
Light it up, light it up , light it up, light it up 
Light it up, light it up , light it up, light it up 
I just spilled sauce in the Benz
Oh yes, Ima do it again
I just now turnt up my bitch
And she just been shoppin and shit
Damn, I cant do nothin with Jeezy
And I plan on dyin like this
I had to Balmain my tweezers
Now they just notice Im lit
.357 for my mama nem
I was one of the ones with Obama dem
I play it safe with my commas now
Yall niggas worse than your mamas now
Aint had to go to the pulpit
I got to sit with the government
I got a team up at Popeyes
Even at the airport, we mob ties
The Cartier frames are flooded
I look at the Bentley Mulsanne with my mama
Lil shawty, lil shawty, she bustin
Lil shawty gon fuck her a rich nigga, pants off
Where is the chicken? Go right back to Popeyes, gotta give it to Pedro
Light-skinned bitch with a dark side
But Ill never go fuck up with bae, though
Turn it up, burn it up , burn it up, burn it up 
Burn it up, burn it up , burn it up, burn it up 
Burn it up, burn it up , burn it up, burn it up 
Burn it up, burn it up , burn it up, burn it up 
Its way too late, just do it for the sake
Its way too late, still try goin on that date 
I took the pink one night, now I got the blue diamond in my face 
I done gave her the keys to the house
Might as well gon give her the code to the safe
Cant replace him cause thats my man 
Shit, a hunnid thou, all hunnids in my hand 
Half a million to the chain gang, yeah the can 
Nother half a million spread it on my hands 
Yeah, thats great, but can you catch my slang? 
All I ever do is buy, I bought her beans
Fast cars get me through the traffic, Sandy Springs
Paul Walker, this year Porsche, got turbo and the wings 
Aw baby, tell me what you wanted, what you seen when you was out 
Tell me what youre trippin, what youre trippin about 
You got karats on your toes and your link and your spout 
Rose gold mixed with white and you rock cinnamon now 
I done made you take the diamonds off from Tiffany now 
I done told you watch this planet, aint no sympathy now 
Gucci your neck, fuck boys, they been talkin bout
Spend a Gafford on your ring, now Im ready to bow now
Baby, lets go, woah, woah, woah
Lets go , woah , woah , woah
Baby, lets go , woah , woah , woah 
Go , woah, woah , woah 
I just spilled sauce in the Benz
Oh yes, Ima do it again
I just now turnt up my bitch
And she just been shoppin and shit
Damn, I cant do nothin with Jeezy
And I plan on dyin like this
I had to Balmain my tweezers
Now they just notice Im lit
.357 for my mama nem
I was one of the ones with Obama dem
I play it safe with my commas now
Yall niggas worse than your mamas now
Aint had to go to the pulpit
I got to sit with the government
I got a team up at Popeyes
Even at the airport, we mob ties 
Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up 
Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up 
Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up