[Intro: Molly Santana]
I said fuck him, he a bozo
And I′m smokin' on that ozone

[Pre-Chorus: Molly Santana]
If you wanna fuck with me
Then you gotta pay a fee
And I′m putting in that work
But I ain't talkin' sexually
And these n***as think I′m flirtin′
But he ain't the one I′m tryna please
I'm focused on them pesos
Bitch I′m focused on the green

[Chorus: Molly Santana]
I ain't tryna hear the ra ra
Smoke 'em like rasta
I′m too lit like rockstar
Poke 'em like I'm Gaga
Better come correct when you speak to me
And I'm not gon′ do no feature
Unless it′s 10k best believe that

[Verse 1: Molly Santana]
Yeah that n***a best believe
Stop tryna play with the All Stars when you with the Little League
Took my bitch to France but she come from Italy
They don't think I notice how they turned to mini mes
I said bitch ya shittin′ me
Think that they could copy but I spent 5k on my feet
20k on my outfit, I'm so fresh like Mr Clean
Rollin′ off a bean, I could teach ya how to geek
I could teach ya how to geek
Turn you to a student, lil n***a, yeah Imma teach
I been making waves for so long, feel like I'm a beach
Fuck a dog ass n***a, Imma put him on a leash
I said fuck him, he a bozo
Yes, I′m smokin' on that ozone
And I'm riding fuckin′ dolo

[Chorus: Molly Santana]
I ain′t tryna hear the ra ra
Smoke em like rasta
I'm too lit like rockstar
Poke em like I′m Gaga
Better come correct when you speak to me
And I'm not gon′ do no feature
Unless it's 10k best believe that

[Verse 2: Che]
Damn, ho, I'm smokin' on some green
I gotta keep my Gen 5 tucked ‘cause these n***as act so keen
No, I ain't come to no TikTok, I'm tryna fuck, ho, what you mean?
Draco wit’ no beam, Helmut Lang my jeans
This ho know how to key
Can't leave the crib, n***a, with no blick tucked
No, we ain't sippin' no green
N***as don't know how to make 'em hip, huh
N***a ain't had no dream, I just woke up, started making hip hop
I just been livin’ the dream, two goth bitches, finna make ‘em lip lock
N***as finna hit the gunsmith
It's 2:30, tryna suck that cum quick
Never ever cuff a dumb bitch
Draco, extended mag finna dump shit
Yeah, n***a, fuck yo function
I hit his lil' ho ‘cause she love dick
[?] Mc'lovin
I got these racks, then my phone start buzzin’
ARP gon' bust if you talk down
This lil' ho-ho-ho, she talk so much, I had enough now
N***as ain't kiss no drank, bitch, I could never ever put my cup down
I wanna "hahaha" right to my tellers, ‘cause I love them
Until I start steppin' in Margiela, they ain't love me
I'm tryna get in this lil' ho mouth, but hell nah bitch, no cuffing
N***as gon' talk-talk-talk so much but don't say nothing
Hell nah, I don't wanna hear that, cut yo phone, no, we don't bump him
(Squa- Squa- Squad)