[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern]
Price I want for a feature, you gon' need three digits
Fucked up on another ho, then she gave me her digits
She lovin' on my music, I can hear that shit playing
Play with me and this chopper gon' be spraying like
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?

[Verse 1: Jourdan Brothern]
I put it on God I'll never be sad
Put it on God I'll never go bad
I gave him twenty he better be glad
Back then that was all that I had
I can't fuck up on these bitches
There's too many on me
I feel like I'm Lil Baby, bitch put that pussy on me
Hop out a Cadillac straight to a 'Lambo
Just to take the top off
"You use too much Auto-Tune"
"That shit makе you sound like a fuckin' robo"
N***a stop talkin' you snitchin' on a snitch
How the fuck y'all some po-po's?
I can fuck on a ho, ho
Whilе I'm poppin' a four, four, damn
Why you snitch on that man?, Damn
I'm so real, Dirty Dan, woah
Yeah, I'm still cooking shit up, I need me a pan
Woah, woah, woah
I do what I want, you do what you can
I got too much money to fuck on a fan
Never too much money to pop on a Xan
I got too much in my hand
Got me a lil' baby, she gon' be a hero
Got me some commas, I don' came up from zero's
N***as name Spider-Man, I name myself
When n***as ask "Who is your favorite hero?"
I feel like a young thug, feel like a gunner
Yeah I'm on some slime shit
I might shoot that n***a up, yeah he on that wastin' time shit
Why these n***as wanna entertain us?
We them dogs, you cannot tame us
You n***as talk about being famous
And I don't fuck with y'all n***as
Y'all acting way too lame, uh
I don't really give a fuck over just a hater
N***a you lame, you is just another baiter
Treat her like slavery, Ima go and claim her
And if you tryna play me, are you really insane?, uh
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Come and test Jourdan, you know he a gunner
Actin' like his name was Young Wunna
Fuck n***as gon' try to test Young Thugger
Take my dick you know I'm gonna fuck her
I'm a punk, punk, punk I got my gun, gun, gun
Yeah he gon' run, run, run 'cause I'm shootin' for fun
We shootin' that chopper til' they go get a gun
But when they get it, we still ain't done
[?] flatted
Rollie on me then I went brought a Patek
Got a lil' bitch yeah you know she the baddest
Got a whole Lambo, I might get that shit tatted
[?] flatted
Rollie on me then I went brought a Patek
Got a lil' bitch yeah you know she the baddest
Got a whole Lambo, I might get that shit tatted
Confetti, n***as ain't ready
Thugger bouta drop and they actin' so scary
My shoes red like they called Bloody Mary
Internet kids might need they teddy
N***as actin' hard but they sweet like a cherry
"I ain't really hard, my best friend dared me."
Lil' n***as talkin' 'cause they think they scare me
Someone tell this rat get my name out his area
[Chorus: Jourdan Brothern & Young Thug]
Price I want for a feature, you gon' need three digits (You gon')
Fucked up on another ho, then she gave me her digits (She gave me)
She lovin' on my music, I can hear that shit playing (No cap)
Play with me and this chopper gon' be spraying like
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?
Bah bah bah bah, what what what what?