[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(We-we gon' be okay)

[Chorus]
Too bad, I'm on, fuck it throw it up (Up)
Fuck it throw it up (Up), fuck it throw it up (Go)
Bands, way too big, I got hella money piled up
I cannot give up, I'm just proud of ya
I got molly with me, and she geeked up like me (Like me)
I got mileage n***a (Uh-huh), in this Jeep SRT
Who fly as me? I jus' mixed Celine, Balenci' jeans
I'm in NYC (What), and I'm coppin' damn near everythin' (Bee)

[Post-Chorus]
I'm in SoHo, no ho, pull up on a ho
Pull on me ho, I am not your homie though
Bands from the rodeo
Lean for the road, let's go
Lean for the road, let's go

[Chorus]
Too bad, I'm on, fuck it throw it up (Up)
Fuck it throw it up (Up), fuck it throw it up (Go)
Bands, way too big, I got hella money piled up
I cannot give up, In this [?] (Skrrt, go)
I got molly with mе, and she geeked up like mе (Like me)
I got mileage n***a (Uh-huh), in this Jeep SRT
Who fly as me? I jus' mixed Celine, Balenci' jeans
I'm in NYC (What), and I'm coppin' damn near everythin' (Bee)
[Verse]
What's happenin'? I just bought the strap in
Brand-new MAC-10, pull up, make shit happen
Bitch, I feel like Bean, got the rock don't do no passin'
Balenciaga jeans, Balenciaga jeans
Rich n***a things, rich n***a things
I don't live the life you think, I don't live the life you think
My twin up in the blink, got bands in the sink
Got bands in the mink, push up bands through the brink, yeah

[Chorus]
Too bad, I'm on, fuck it throw it up (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Fuck it throw it up (Up), fuck it throw it up (We-we gon' be okay)
Bands, way too big, I got hella money piled up
I cannot give up, I'm just proud of ya
I got molly with me, and she geeked up like me (Like me)
I got mileage n***a (Uh-huh), in this Jeep SRT
Who fly as me? I jus' mixed Celine, Balenci' jeans
I'm in NYC (What), and I'm coppin' damn near everythin' (Bee)