[Intro: Michael Minelli & Futuristic]
Yeah, man, so they didn't want us to do it (Mhm)
So we had to go and do it (Mm-hmm)
And if you don't mind, I'ma start this thing off
(Aight, but don't be slippin')
I won't—I, I can't make any promises though
(Let's do it, okay)
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause
High fashion like Goyard
G-Wagon or the Rover?
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart
I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go, go
Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, woah
You ain't gotta deal with none of these haters no more

[Post-Chorus: Michael Minelli]
If we hop in the Benz, is that okay?
It's okay if I call you my Prada bae?
I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes
But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae
I wanna start at the top and the bottom, baе
Know you want the shoe with the rеd at the bottom, bae
You know I like when you ride at the top, bae
[Verse: Futuristic]
Look, high fashion, [?] and really
Print my own tees, that other shit all look silly
Steve Jobs with it, I'm pullin' up with a milly
Lookin' regular as fuck with the time mix and I'm willing
To take you courtside for the Sun and the Lakes
Or fine dining by the sun and the lake
Really, how much does it take
To know that anybody else a mistake?
It's mass throws for the steak, it'll melt on your plate
'Cause we the dream team; we own buildings, not things
PJs to [?], that's our thing
Off-white, no off days, I'm off drank
All gains, it's all pain in my veins
All strains out of the pen, that shit's select
A couple millionaires that made it out of the checks
Sippin' right with me with diamonds around thy neck
Ain't worked out in months but only right that they flex, right?
'Cause it's the best night you done lived
But we do this every day at the crib, a couple pools in the rim
It's five feet, no, you don't like to swim
So keep that hair up in a bun
In the morning, the gym; it's upstairs with a spiral staircase in my room
I'm prepared for the glare, you stare all in the mood
It's apparent that my pairs of Airs all in the closet
You know somebody who got it like this? Stop it
[Outro: Futuristic & Michael Minelli]
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
High fashion like Goyard
G-Wagon or the Rover? (That boy got bars)
I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart (I'm alright too, I guess)
I, oh (We'll see you for another one)
You ain't gotta worry 'bout these n***as no more-ore-ore-ore
Sheesh