Hook:
White house on my yard
Droptop on my car
Girls out with no bras
I might want it all
Keep my circle small
Feed the fucking squad
You gone talk to me then I might charge
I’m gone want it all

That ain’t no drip boy that shit is a droop, I got some dirty white shoes
Yo bitch got mad at me went and complained to HR, I run the fuckin HQ
Oof, F in the chat you an amateur you ain’t do damage uh, oops
That can be fixed with a bandage, I am a CEO, manager, janitor, I am the crew
I digress, I am butter
Y’all get toast be cut up, I got color
You be some off-brand me homie that ain’t Prada shut up
Oh silly get with it, I stay grim like billy
I don’t got no hometown I run your city
Y’all can’t touch my ceilings
You too floored admit I need a

Hook:
White house on my yard
Droptop on my car
Girls out with no bras
I might want it all
Keep my circle small
Feed the fucking squad
You gone talk to me then I might charge
I’m gone want it all
I think I’m gone want it cash, I’m gone want it fast
If it’s, if it’s 100 racks let me front the tab for you
Grab it then I gas like it’s door dash for you
If you in my path that’s a warpath for you ah

Shit little buddy gone beast mode on em
I be all cracked with the cheat code on em
Really, i been working on my free throw on em
Now I got the tools Home Depot on em

Weirdo, we don’t mean no gunners
We mean we been goin Tebow on em
He know I could go Rico on em
Dice raw motherfucker going pico on em

All of y’all rappin tomato tomato
Anybody could do dat shit I’m honest if I had some auto tune on and my shit was staccato
I could be showing y’all when I’m in Cabo
And yelling gang gang like I’m chicagoin
I kept it for humble by humming for follows
Now I make her pussy shake like it’s singing vibrato swear I need a

Hook:
White house on my yard
Droptop on my car
Girls out with no bras
I might want it all
Keep my circle small
Feed the fucking squad
You gone talk to me then I might charge
I’m gone want it all