[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm flexin', yeah, buy designer when I'm stressin', yeah
I just be countin' the fetty, yeah
Why is this bitch acting so petty? Yeah

[Verse]
But do I know, I don't know
Ice on my neck, I'm too cold
Telephone, we tote poles, I got Margiela, I'm putting it on, yeah
Boy you not up, boy, just check up the score
That's not yo' bitch, go check your whore
They ask if I got them checks, of course
Put that bih', yeah, then I'm out and I'm stacking up, you not rich
Where the fuck is your racks, in my fit?
Yeah, my fit is so rad, and I whip
Yeah, and I whip on some cash, and I know, I be makin' them mad, yeah
Fuck it, we pourin' Bacardi, walk in the room, I'm the life of the party, yeah
Pullin' up late like I'm tardy, yeah
Push to start, don't need no car key, yeah
Them bitches ain't show me no love, in highschool I was getting dumped
Now she tryna see me in the club, but really, I don't give a fuck
Yeah, had to do this on my own
My bros they [?] in the cone
I'm smoking some' good, and I'm gone, I'm ready, I'm ready to go
I need to see them zeroes, I need 0's, yeah, I'm rocking that show
Yeah, in the fast car in the 6 speed, yeah, yeah
My bitch, she too pretty, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm flexin', buy-buy designer when I'm stressin', yeah
I just be countin' the fetty, yeah
Why-why is this bitch acting so petty? Yeah