[Intro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (What)
And I'm on the block (What, what, what)
And I'm on the block (What)
In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?) hide it in my sock (What)
Hide it in my sock (What) selling that re-rock (What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what)

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell re-rock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, 'cause I run they block
Gimme top (Top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock) when I drop (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock) when I drop (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock) when I drop (Drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Flock)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo' bitch, uh, I'm her dad
All these n***as sound like cash, sound like cash
All these n***as sound like cash, sound like cash
I'm a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin' like a soldier, like I'm from Magnolia
All these, n***as, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act', fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I'm in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin' that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I'm suckin' on the clit, she suckin' on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I'm cocky, fuckin' on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me
I'm riding in a Mazi, this ain't even my Mazi
Oh, that's not yo' thottie, yo' bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, (What) hide it in my sock (What)
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp (What)
And I'm on the block (Hello?)
And I'm on the block (What)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?), hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide in my sock, (Sock) selling that re-rock (Rock)
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, (What?) hide it in my sock (What)

[Outro]
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass n***a, fuck that n***a man!