Yeah, la, la
Its just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty hoochie, wah-wah-wah
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and Im tearin up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, wont need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint standin no Nikes 
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces
Twist up, Backwoods, not no Swisher Sweet, cause
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, calamari dinner with a cougar
Woah-woah, Ima fuck her til shes purple Hoover
What up? You cant waste none of my time bitch
Im up, I got way too many money
Im up, you can ask my mommy
Pourin up this Dom P 
Put a ring round your finger, charisma 
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser 
I told her aint this cool, on like Tesla 
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla 
All my girlfriends are real done 
I told em baby dont waste my time 
I put your ring on rocks, uh 
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe 
Woah, Demon Hellcat and Im tearin up the streets 
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me 
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me 
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, wont need no seats 
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth 
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea 
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see 
For now, I aint standin no Nikes 
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces 
Offset
Whoa, whoa, look at my stones, whoa
They clones, not gon last long 
Im grown, put a Patek on her arm 
Ooh, cookie strong, sippin on codeine in the morning
She got carat, baguettes 
Blood at the bottom, raw flesh 
Like Kells, piss on the pests 
Make the shells go through the vest 
Sticks in the back, get pressed 
I done bought that bitch a brand new Tesla 
Broke niggas, they allergic to lettuce 
Rich bitch with Chanel fetish 
My bitch at the top of the game 
I was drippin in Dior in Spain 
Fucked my bitch in the back of Mulsanne 
Took her right to the hood, to the gang 
Rolls-Royce with the wood on the grain 
Golf course with the coupe, with the maids 
Light the blunt on your head, you slave 
Do a show and invite her on the stage 
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and Im tearin up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, wont need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint standin no Nikes 
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces
Your Louboutin heels, you never gon wear Nikes
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I aint standin no Nikes 
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin like a Pisces