[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay

[Refrain: Capella Grey]
She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin'
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since trapping
She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a, "Thank you", uh
That's why she shot gun when I'm goin', uh

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so they probably miss me (Huh)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Huh)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay
[Verse: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Uh, you know how I'm comin', it ain't trickin' if you got it
You can use my budget, and I promise I won't finish until you start cummin'
You can use my love, after you use my number
You can lose my number
She rock Mike Amiris, so you know I fucked her
Rockin' fly shit only, she get all that from me
Yeah, her Moncler furry, Louis V her luggage
Showin' off in public, yeah, I love it

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Two-fifty on the dot, so you probably miss me (Look)
How can you catch up to me, you in a six-speed? (Look)
Trust me you ain't gotta worry 'bout no taxi, look
Wide body, Hellcat with the red key, yeah
Fuck the Honda Civic, baby, get the Bentley, yeah
Before we ever fucked, used to call you my bestie
Would you rather Fashion Nova or Givenchy?
It's okay, you'll be okay

[Refrain: Capella Grey]
She know it ain't no talkin', no, she want 'em, I got 'em
My baby don't want for nothin', even though I got money, she grindin'
Let her count the backends and then we spend it on watches
Ain't switch up at all, same shawty since trapping
She ain't gotta call, keys to the appartment, sanctioned
My bougie baddie, they don't even get a, "Thank you", uh
That's why she shot gun when I'm goin', uh
[Outro: Capella Grey]
Oh
Oh, yeah, yeah-yeah
No
No, babe