[Verse 1:]
Aye Scoob, You got a deal or somethin'?
Bitch you think i'm out the field or somethin'? (the fuck)
I'll send you out to Paris in Burberry London
Just left the Scam House it's still up and runnin'
All my babies free so  I don't give a fuck
I'on ask for the pussy she just give it up
N***as die every day I gotta live it up
Why the fuck you got that pop and you ain't mix it up
I roll expensive shit, they call it bubble gum (hold on)
Who is this? I think yo bitch callin'
(We love World Tour Mafia)
I got money on the line, It ain't no talkin'
Why I give her perky dick? and got the hoe stalkin'?
I ain't got time for yo hoe, her calls get missed often
World Tour the mob, to be honest we a scamily
Come and drive for a week, we treat you better than yo family
I don't even know my name, my I.D say Andy
I ain't even eat today, these stores sweeter than some candy

[Verse 2:]
Bitch can't stand me, I'm neglecting her
I'm just doing 400's at the register
The Oxy blessin', World Tour slammin' hoes you n***as cuffin'
Milt Moncler is way out your budget
When I talk about the money you always tryna change the subject?
Let's not talk about the hoes that we be runnin'
Might have yo favorite rapper, in the house throwin' punches
N***as broke they only crispy cause they punchin'
I'm high as hell off a 4, throwin' money in the function
Two hoes connected to me, this a bad bitch conjunction
I use my rap checks, that's how my Bitcoin get funded
I can make a feature off a I.D (watch this)
I can make a show off of one piece
You want a 100k streams I want 100 thousand dollars
I guess that I'm a demon cause the devil wearing Prada
The bitches change my name from daddy to papa
You bitches know you love the mafia
You n***as know ain't nothin' stoppin' us
Once I slide then I sign, I'm rerockin' 'em
She said skeetin' on her face would be a compliment
I want the money, don't give a fuck about being popular