[Chorus]
I'm rocking Number (N)ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe, got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin’ no money, these geeks got me sick like a bowl of soup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painting her face while I'm rocking Margiela (Yeah)
Bitch bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I’m going back to LA (Yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (Yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis, I'm impatient (Yeah)
Yeah, this bitch head so good, she made that shit her occupation (Woo, yeah)
You a lil' pussy, who you tryna be, yeah
You see this drip on my body, the Alex McQueen, yeah
If this bitch the queen of the X, then I'm the king
Lying bitch, fuck a crying bitch
Yeah, I wine and dine a bitch, (Yeah, yeah) and then she ate my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I don't have time for shit, (Yeah, yeah) I'm all about my biz (Woo, woo)

[Verse]
Yeah, sometimes on the X, nah, I can't get it up (Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I poured a six of this motherfucking wocky (I poured a four and)
I couldn’t get up (Yeah, yeah, woo)
I’m on the X, bitch, I live on it, I'm on the— (Yeah, yeah)
He on the X, got a cliff on it (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I tune this out with a big body (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’ma live by the shit that I say and then die bout it (Really, yeah, yeah)
[?] on my body the chain is too heavy, I'm late to the party
Had to be shipping this gas outta state and the zaza, somebody said that it farted (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch told me I geek up way too much, say that I got retarded (Uh, uh, whoa)
I'm on the Tesla, bitch, like I'm Elon Musk, hit every time and no target
Feel like I live on Mars (Yeah, yeah)
Flawless baguettes on my wrist, call up Elliante, told ’em I need it twice (Brrrrr)
Doubled and double back, I need the (Yeah) Cuban link, I need the big piece
I need the baguettes on watch and the big beast (Big, ay, uh)
Go retarded, I was starving, came out the belly, I came out the big beast (Came out the)
[Chorus]
I'm rocking Number (N)ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe, got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin' no money, these geeks got me sick like a bowl of soup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Painting her face while I'm rocking Margiela (Yeah)
Bitch bout to pull up and give me that woo
I'm in NY, but I'm going back to LA (Yeah, yeah)
Twizz turn that boy into noodle soup (Yeah)
I want all blue faces, that's my basis, I'm impatient (Yeah)
Yeah, this bitch head so good, she made that shit her occupation (Woo, yeah)
You a lil' pussy, who you tryna be, yeah
You see this drip on my body, the Alex McQueen, yeah
If this bitch the queen of the X, then I'm the king
Lying bitch, fuck a crying bitch
Yeah, I wine and dine a bitch, (Yeah, yeah) and then she ate my kids (Yeah, yeah)
I don't have time for shit, (Yeah, yeah) I'm all about my biz (Woo, woo)