[Intro: Jack Harlow, DJ Drama, & Lil Jon]
I can't let nobody play with me, my friends stay with me
I'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with me
I'm in the ATL, Clint Capela and young Trae with me
Spent my first advance in Lenox (Gangsta), haven't been back in a minute
Do y'all remember when I told y'all I found this kid from Kentucky?
And he was gon' be the one, haha?
Why would you ever doubt me? DJ Drama

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]
I can't let nobody play with me, my friends stay with me
I'm finally speakin' up to anything that's not okay with me
I'm in the ATL, Clint Capela and young Trae with me
Spent my first advance in Lenox (Gangsta), haven't been back in a minute
Love me 'cause I'm so authentic, Mitch McConell still in Senate
Ocean risin' by the minute, just like us, we came to win it
I got properties for tenants at a steak house
In Chicago with Cole Bennett, talkin' friendship, lovin' business
It's just so crazy to be young and rich, what kind of life is this?
All I needed was a wham, long way from her wife and kids
Hollywood done turned me right into a multi-hyphenate
And still, I play it cool, I don't get hype for shit
I'ma let you talk, but wait 'til I finish
Yeah, we gettin' cake, but all the time we spent together's what the icin' is
Cannon put some life inside this beat, that's why it's loopin' while I'm writin' this
Y'alls whole personality self-rightousness, and I don't like that shit
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
Trials and tribulations, success and motivation
Oh, you didn't see us comin' this far, huh
Who else you expected to set the bar?
See, we the ones, the twos, the threes
That means we the one, and the two-three

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
Ridin' 'round the city with Martin, I feel a movement startin'
People askin' how long I'm in town, got no plans of departin'
Kevin Hart booked me in Bahrain, I got Vegas in March
Aside from that, I'm playin' indoor soccer and goin' to Target
Course I got a main, but I'm still out here a la cartin'
Playin' Dolly Partin in the crib, this is not an apartment
Coulda been the hardest niche artist, but I like chartin'
And I like to see my brother's pockets green like the Michigan Spartans
I just hit Shiraz, got the lamb kebab
Private garage, can't get in that bitch, unless you scan the FOB
Used to bubble Scantrons in, Blake Griffin slammin' lobs
Chick-Fil-A was my Atlanta job, almost the Amazon
Now all my haters where I'm from are fans of mine
Either that or all the hatin' they doin' is payin' 'em mind
'Cause I can't hear it, I show you boys what eights here is
Young lyricist, the one that they try to not take serious, but I'm here, bitch

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Straight off the plane
I met her at baggage claim
Huh, I never thought about the baggage she would claim
She told me the whole flight, she had Harlow on repeat
I asked her what she love best
She said he makes her feel complete, it's really like that