[Verse 1]
(Yeah)(x5)
Talk to Jon Waltz, like you talk to a God
Fuck them other n***as, they ain't odd
Fuck them other n***as, they ain't God
I was fucking onto 8 broads
And then them n***as turn to haters
But fuck them n***as, I was doing me
I was on one, fuck it, I was on two or three
To be everywhere, I should, I need a two of me
Same n***as cheering me on, is all booing me
Look, money look nice from a distant view
I was seeing shade from a different hue
I was fucking you, but she's a different you
Blowing up my phone, you should get a clue
Man, I'm going in for the W
Man, your name everywhere; can't believe it's one of you
Young n***a move that dope
But if it is crack, better let 'em know you move that hope, n***a

[Hook]
I'm thinking 'bout leaving right now
And I know you think that you wanted to stay
But you were running away
You thinking 'bout leaving right now
And you know I think that I wanted to stay
But, girl I'm running away

Victoria, Victoria
I got it all for you
Victoria, Victoria
Let me call for you
Oh-oo-a-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh
Oh-oo-a-oh

[Verse 2]
They screaming get that dough, fasho
Fuck them n***as, I was doing me
I was on one, fuck it, I was on two or three
To be everywhere, I should, I need two of me
Same n***as cheering me on, is always booing me
Look, it only look nice from a distant view
You was seeing shade from a different hue
I was rapping, hoping you would get a clue
But you just wanted something that was different, new
And I'm going in for the W
Working too hard would have swore there's more than one of you
If I look up seeing none of you
If I look down seeing none of you
Know that I am one of you

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah, got 'em [?]
Yeah, got them dollars on the table