[Intro: Sybyr & Jamie Foxx]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Ayy, ayy
What up? Ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What up? Yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
What up? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get up

[Verse]
I'm just in my boxers, smoking Swishers
Fucking on a bitch, yeah
Yeah, no pictures
I got me some ice, uh-huh
And it's glitter, and it's glitter
I'm just- I'm just counting money in the motherfuckin' back
I just need a whole bunch of hunnids in the fuckin' sack (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
You know how it is, I ain't gonna fuckin' backtrack
I'm a mothafuckin' genius on this mothafuckin' track
You know how it is, I got a whole bunch of stacks
In the mothafuckin' beats, and I'm producing like that
I'm producing on em', I'm pro-, I'm pro-
I got ProdbyLandfill, going crazy, yeah
I got Pi'erre Bourne on the track, crazy, yeah
I got so much shit on my mind, and it's here
I just got a stack on me, and it's in my face
And it's in my face, boutta go without a trace
And you know what's about to happen
When you get up-side place
Yeah, all up out the shit is out the way
Yeah, all up out the shit is on the way
Yeah, all up out the shit is on the way
Yeah, tryna make that money every day
Yeah, you see what the fuck is happening
Yeah, fucking on a bitch, and you- yeah
Yeah, fucking on a bitch, and you- yeah
What the fuck is this? Going crazy
Got up all these stacks, up on the table
Fucking on that shit, that I ain't able
Downloading that shit that is unable
You know what's happening
I don't know what's going on with my mental
I'm freestylin' if you didn't already know
What the fuck is going on? Where is the crazy flow?
You know what's happenin'
I can't be backtrackin' uh
I can't be backtrackin', no way
I can't be backtrackin', no way
I can't be backtrackin', no way
Tryna see what's up with the Empire State
What you tryna do on a mothafuckin' plate?
I was in Delaware when I was in eighth grade
When I was in the third grade
I meant in the third grade, what the fuck did you say?
Why did you do that, how can you relate?
To all the shit that's going on, like a fuckin' face, huh
Got the binoculars, out in yo' space, huh
Yeah, yeah, and they tunin' to yo' space
Got binoculars, and they lockin' at your space
And they locked up at ya' crib, locked up out yo' house
Locked up at ya' bed, locked up at the mouse
Lookin' at the bed, fuckin' on a mouse
What ya gonna say? When it's out the house
Fuckin on ya crib, and you know it's doubt
Fuckin on ya crib, and you know it's doubt
[Outro: Sybyr, Playboi Carti, & Jamie Foxx]
You know what it's 'bout
You know how we comin', in this mothafuckin' shout
You know how we got the fuckin' tables, and and it's proud
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass n***a, man, fuck that n***a man!
No, fuck you