[Intro]
(Yung Rari)
Aye
Aye, big bags
Aye, twist it up mane (Aye, aye, aye)
Keep a lil' somethin' for yourself, aye
Aye, we don't do them silver spoons (Nah-nah)
Aye, keep that over there
(Trust me we don't want that)
Aye, aye

[Verse]
Aye, shoulda worn my other shirt just to flash in this bitch
She gone back in this bitch
Purple Raptors jersey, I throwback in this bitch
Scuba diving wrist, deeper than the krakens n' shit
Talking seven-year itch, got them diamonds out the ditch
Got designer from what's-her-name? Can't evеn say that shit
Got some pussy from what's-her-name? Don't еven know that bitch
Pour they bullets through the Carlton, head back to the Ritz
A thousand miles, Vanessa Carlton, the foreign do the splits
I just sold that boy Dayquil, told him it was Tris
Now he rolling off a fake pill, looking like a lick
How he singing just like Faith Hill, want feds on his dick
Broke his promise to the gang, now he dead to the clique
Imagine this, imagine that, imagine it
Long ass chopper, I be draggin' it
Shannon, Marc Ecko, I be taggin' it
Hop up out a bumblebee, Transformer it
Ain't no silver spoons but we always rich
From a handheld to the home like Nintendo Switch
I got Rodney Mullen fits how I'm known to flip
Super out of date, looking like a LaserDisc
I pull up with a laser thang, make the plasma drip
Got a plug in Indiana, look like Freddie Gibbs
BBY pull up to the city, MTV Cribs
BBY pull up to your city, get some smoke in