[Intro]
(What do you desire? Bitch)

[Chorus]
Ridin' down, [?] stuck and I'm all alone
I'm checkin' my wallet for inboxes, man I'm tryna get in my zone
See me flexin' on the gram wit' a lot of guap, it's not a student loan
She talkin' bout she really love me, tell that bitch "Get up out my phone"
Three pints yeah I'm on a roll
Got that drank, I'm sippin' it slow
We done fucked around and spilled the whole pint, callin' [?] like "I need some more"
New Glock, it's ready to load
He [?], mixed that with a .4
On some real shit, smokin' gas, coolin' in a muthafuckin' Louis robe
These n***as can't touch my rank
I'm a rich n***a breakin' the bank
Too high, I'm smokin' on dank
Sippin' on wock, yeah that purple rain
Walk in the mall and then be goin' insane
They thinkin' I'm broke, tryna touch my chain
I'm still the same n***a from the [?]
Got some money, bitch I'll never change

[Verse]
I'm like "what it do, I'm tryna go home with you"
Twenty floors, I know she love the view
[?] countin' my blues
New Glocks, them hoes be [?]
If he play, put him on the news
At his top, he losin' his screws
You takin' my soul, baby don't let go
Bentley Bentayga, yeah that's how we ridin' coolin' with the [?] folks
Needed the double cup, go to the store
Pourin' syrup, love how it float
Can't even lie, lil Kayb a goat
These n***as be pussy, lil bitch you a hoe
Matte black, we up in a Benz
New money, I got the same friends
Cartier frames, know you see the lens
Don't get me wrong, my bitches all tens
Hopin' the Lord forgive me for my sins
I was fuckin' on my bitch bestfriend, found out those bitches was twins
Hop on the flight, kick in the night, my diamonds gon' bite
Told her "Shake it all night"
I'm givin' her pipe, doin' it right
[Chorus]
Ridin' down, [?] stuck and I'm all alone
I'm checkin' my wallet for inboxes, man I'm tryna get in my zone
See me flexin' on the gram wit' a lot of guap, it's not a student loan
She talkin' bout she really love me, tell that bitch "Get up out my phone"
Three pints yeah I'm on a roll
Got that drank, I'm sippin' it slow
We done fucked around and spilled the whole pint, callin' [?] like "I need some more"
New Glock, it's ready to load
He [?], mixed that with a .4
On some real shit, smokin' gas, coolin' in a muthafuckin' Louis robe
These n***as can't touch my rank
I'm a rich n***a breakin' the bank
Too high, I'm smokin' on dank
Sippin' on wock, yeah that purple rain
Walk in the mall and then be goin' insane
They thinkin' I'm broke, tryna touch my chain
I'm still the same n***a from the [?]
Got some money, bitch I'll never change