[Intro: Luh Tyler]
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Yeah, n***a
Gang, phew, phew, skii
Yeah, n***a

[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Woke up, brushed my teeth, then put on my shoes (Then put on my shoes)
Now it's time to chase that bag I'm lookin' for them blues (I'm on the chase)
I told the bros, "Go get that cash, me, I know what to do" (Me, I know what to do)
I told her, "Oh, man, throw that ass," she in here gettin' loose (N***a, ugh)
Bitch, you can't play me like no duck, lil' boy, go find a goose (Lil' boy, go find a goose)
My brodie keep his double cup, I swear he love his juice (I swear he love his juice)
I ran it up and now we rich, bitch, I can show you proof (Bitch, I can show you proof)
He came in with that magic stick, might make a n***a poof (Make him poof)

[Verse: Luh Tyler]
I swear I got a nasty bitch, she eat without a tooth (N***a, ugh)
I just might burn it down on speed, heat all in the booth (Hot, hot)
I make a turn around and then I give that bitch the boot (Give that bitch the boot)
That boy a clown, he probably workin' in the circus booth (That boy a clown)
He went broke on the bitch, I had to ask him, "Was it worth it, dude?" (Like, was it worth it, dude?)
I'm really havin' shit, so my lil' bitch don't even gotta choose (She don't gotta choose)
Might spend some cash and shit, but I'm sorry, you can't get a Birkin, boo (Can't get a Birkin, boo)
Was at the bottom, but now I'm at the top, I got a different view (I got a different view)
I know I'm finna blow, ain't rushin' shit, I'm goin' day-by-day (I'm goin' day-by-day)
I'm with the bros in Vegas, we smokin' gas It's comin' from L.A. (It's comin' from L.A.)
Teach 'em how to get them racks, let's go to class, you better not show up late (You better not show up late)
I got a bad bitch, she call me Simon 'cause she do what I say ('Cause she do what I say)
Been on the road, bitch I was just on tour, made like 400K (Made like 400K)
Bro on the ground, he walked outside his door, called like a hundred plays (Called like a hundred plays)
Cut some n***as off, can't hit, run no more 'cause they got funny ways (They funny)
She cleaned me up like she was doin' chores, she had the kid amazed (I'm like, "Ugh")
Baby see me, she like, "Tyler, how you doin'?" Bitch, I'm doin' well (I'm doin' well)
I swear my bro don't play, he keep that K, you think his name is Shell (Name is Shell)
They say that I'm the hottest In the game, bitch, my name eingin' bells (Hot, hot)
Finna go to Houston, go see Johnny Dang and drop them chandeliers (Ice, ice)
That boy done seen Luh Tyler on the scene, he tryna hide his gig (He tryna hide his gig)
I got that lil' ho comin' out of jeans, boy, you know how it get (N***a, ugh)
Man, that lil' bitch ask me, "Tyler, do you love me?" I said, "Not a bit" (Not a bit)
I don't even know her, she want me to spend somethin' on her, bitch, I'm not a trick (I'm not a trick)
Lil' Grimy outside, he gon' keep it on him, that boy not a trick (Phew)
Just keep that to yourself, that shit you droppin' trash, boy, that is not a hit (That shit trash)
N***as trippin', really think I owe 'em somethin', like my name was Rick (Rick Owens)
And I dare he in that mode, his flow so cold, he finna get me sick (Get me sick)
Walk in the booth and then come off the dome, don't need no pad or pen (Need no pad or pen)
I just give her brain and then I send her home, like, "Go back to your man" (Go back to your man)
I'm livin' good, I'm doin' what I want, you doin' what you can (You doin' what you can)
I rolled this blunt and then go to the stars, boy, that's a different strand (Phew, this a different stand)
[Chorus: Luh Tyler]
Woke up, brushed my teeth, then put on my shoes (I put on my shoes)
Now it's time to chase that bag I'm lookin' for them blues (I'm lookin' for them blues, yeah)
I told the bros, "Go get that cash, me, I know what to do" (Me, I know what to do)
I told her, "Oh, man, throw that ass," she in here gettin' loose (N***a, ugh)
Bitch, you can't play me like no duck, lil' boy, go find a goose (Lil' boy, go find a goose)
My brodie keep his double cup, I swear he love his juice (He love his juice)
I ran it up and now we rich, bitch, I can show you proof (Bitch, I can show you proof)
He came in with that magic stick, might make a n***a poof (N***a, poof)