[Intro]
(Oh, Woah), (Oh, Woah)
["I had 5DOLLARS"]
(Oh!)

[Verse 1]
Off of the 'Redd', no 'Trippie'
Dance for you n***as; 'Woah'; no 'Vicky'
Y'all n***as rats, like 'Micky'
Glock to his neck, leave him with a hickey
You gon' buss' thirty, I'mma buss' fifty
Talk to me nice; "Hello", no 'Kitty'
Bitch, I'm the best, hottest in the city
Totin' the 'FN's and the 'SEMIs'
Told him call me "Ma", no 'Remy'
Bitch, I'm a god; 'demi'
Leave a n***a in 'La La Land' like 'Demi'
Talkin' my shit, n***a, do you hear me?
Talking on the 'gram, when you see me, don't hit me
Clip 12 inches; 'John', no 'Jimmy's'
I hate n***as like I'm in 'the 60's'
Shootin' movie clips, like I work at Disney
Doin' my dance, I'm getting 'jiggy'
I be "In Da Club"; 50, no Cent
Y'all n***as dirty, hair full of lint
Play with my time, n***a you gon' repent
Been holdin' me down since I was a 'jit'
Look at my (?), I don't give a shit
N***a I'm too fly, look at the fit
N***a you scary, you a bitch
Better fuck with me now, before I get rich
Cause when I go up, I won't give a shit
Ten bands on yo head, n***a you a hit
Remember them days, I was hittin licks
Catch the angles, don't fuck up the flicks
Should I wear the miharas, or put on the ricks
He lookin sketchy, might pull out the blick
Start blowin the clip when I hop out the whip
N***a got shot in his head and still breathing, that's a miracle, whip
Police at my crib asking questions, my lips, on zip
If you see cartel, better dip
All that talkin put that choppa to yo lip
Talking down on the gang, we gone flip
Purple in my cup, Imma sip
Got a Glock on my hip
Beyblade let it rip
Eat the beat up like a chip
Shootin shit like movie clips
Gettin dark like an eclipce