[Intro]
Yeah, uh-uh

[Chorus]
Yeah, I buy too many—
Yeah, I buy too many clothes, it’s true
Hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so I can be close to you
I’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am I supposed to do?
But I’m countin’ up paper every single night like I’m supposed to do
Yeah, yeah, I put all black on my clothes and shoes
These n***as wack, I don’t know ‘em, yeah
These n***as wack, I don’t know these lil’ dudes
That hoe a lame, yeah, that hoe a lame, no, she is not mine, lil’ dude
I think that she better off rockin’ with you
’Cause both of y’all lame, and y’all do what y’all do

[Verse 1]
Yeah, my Prada her ass and her boobs
Yeah, Rick Owens my shirt and my shoes
Yeah, I fly in the muhfuckin’ baddie in this hoe
Wanna fuck, and I’m like, “Okay, let’s do it”
Yeah, I ride with a stick, that’s true
Yeah, I keep a fine bitch, she cool
Yeah, I ride with my blood, yeah, they bool
Yeah, when I’m with my crip, we cool
[Chorus]
I buy too many—
Yeah, I buy too many clothes, it’s true
Hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so I can be close to you
I’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am I supposed to do?
But I’m countin’ up paper every single night like I’m supposed to do
Yeah, yeah, I put all black on my clothes and shoes
These n***as wack, I don’t know ‘em, yeah
These n***as wack, I don’t know these lil’ dudes
That hoe a lame, yeah, that hoe a lame, no, she is not mine, lil’ dude
I think that she better off rockin’ with you
’Cause both of y’all lame, and y’all do what y’all do

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I do what I want, and no, I can’t fuck with these n***as no more
Yeah, I’m still gettin’ paper, these n***as out here still broke
Yeah, I can’t fuck with no hater, we shoot ‘em up like a bitch doin’ dope
Yeah, and that Glock got a laser, no, I won’t miss, I don’t need a scope
I don’t miss, lil’ bitch check the score
Hit his bitch, now that’s my new hoe
We keep a drac, no OVO
I got black and white hoes but don’t like Oreo
She use her face, then I tell her bend over
I like to pour straight up, drop in my soda
These n***as lame, yeah, they jokes
Tell them fuck n***as jump from the top floor
Okay, she cool, she on go
If she can’t keep up, then I gotta let her go
My diamonds cool, yeah, they cold
And I spend a couple racks to put on this coat
I’m not playin’, not no more
What they sayin’? Ion know
She a fan, yeah, for sure
She a fan, yeah, for sure
[Chorus]
I buy too many—
Yeah, I buy too many clothes, it’s true
Hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so I can be close to you
I’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am I supposed to do?
But I’m countin’ up paper every single night like I’m supposed to do
Yeah, yeah, I put all black on my clothes and shoes
These n***as wack, I don’t know ‘em, yeah
These n***as wack, I don’t know these lil’ dudes
That hoe a lame, yeah, that hoe a lame, no, she is not mine, lil’ dude
I think that she better off rockin’ with you
’Cause both of y’all lame, and y’all do what y’all do

[Outro]
I buy too many—
Yeah, I buy too many clothes, it’s true
Hop on the plane, yeah, gotta catch me a flight so I can be close to you
I’m goin’ insane, yeah, like something ain’t right, what am I supposed to do?
But I’m countin’ up paper every single night like I’m supposed to do