Gucci clean (aye)
Louie clean (aye)
Fendi clean (aye)
Prada clean (aye)
Christian clean (aye)
Maison clean (aye)
Carti clean (aye)
Rollie clean (aye)

Yeah I got it out the mud
Without a stain on me
I got blood on the money
Not a stain on me
Yeah I do a bitch dirty
Not a stain on me
Turn a n***a to a stain
Not a stain on me

(Aye)
You know that cleanliness
Is next to Godliness
All white linen on
I swear I’m the Godliest
Gaudy ass Jesus Piece
Diamonds in it stupid big
Forest Gump n***a
Stupid does that’s what stupid is
Dummy ass bank roll
I don’t need to say a lot
I just make this shit look easy
In Yves Saint Laurent
Bad bitch hard headed
So you know her ass soft
Versace Medusa Head
Bitch I’m flexing mad hard
Show up in that ghost
I’m fasho yo boo see me
Kick it with me bitch
I got that shit online like Buscemi
I would never ever give a
Single fuck bout her man
I can’t clean up her mess
Ho you see this Hermès
Ho you see me in that
Beamer Benz or Bentley
Big B’s like I’m Sada
Big B’s back to back to back
Balenciaga Saga
Had game like Sega
Since the beginning n***a Genesis
Street smart n***as
We some neighborhood geniuses

Gucci clean (aye)
Louie clean (aye)
Fendi clean (aye)
Prada clean (aye)
Christian clean (aye)
Maison clean (aye)
Carti clean (aye)
Rollie clean (aye)

Yeah I got it out the mud
Without a stain on me
I got blood on the money
Not a stain on me
Yeah I do a bitch dirty not a stain on me
Turn a n***a to a stain
Not a stain on me

I done got myself to a level where
I’m on fire hot as hell
Prada what the devil wear
It’s so cold in the D
You better bundle up here
Ain’t sugar coating shit
Hope I'm making myself Moncler
With her pussy out
Every time like it’s my favorite fit
I feel like Wiz in this Tom Ford
On my Taylor shit
Made it pop with the white girl
N***a Taylor Swift
Louis V that check on me
Fast money make it swift
(Listen) you can tell by her feet
That she eat how I chew
Her’s like a Butler biting
N***a mean that Jimmy Choo
Choose your words wisely
Cause you do not want to upset me
Have you setup to get wet up
And zipped up like the Giuseppe
They expecting me to fold
Life ain’t suppose to be fair I know
When you go as far as I go
You deserve some Ferragamo
Gucci ad-lib Cole
Burberry on me n***a
Keep that choppa and a shovel
I’ll still bury me a n***a (aye)