[Verse 1: Cleo's Trademark]
Cookin' up, no silver plater, aye
Walk on Jesus' sandals down the ladder, aye
Gettin' serves this bag the only matter (Gotta get that bag)
Hoes to my left and to my right, it doesn't matter, yuh
Put me on payroll
Put PSEudo on payroll
Put Sydney on payroll
Put Mareo on payroll
And only film us 4k no 8k, too crispy, only thing that crispy is my vocal, aye
Walkin' out school, got a bitch on me she drool
I'm hotter than the sun no cool (no cool, bitch I'm hot)
Flexin' all this dough I don't even have
"Why don't you sit and relax?"
Then out the door, I don't look back

[Verse 2: Cleo's Trademark]
Fuck you mean you still haven't made a decision, aye? (What?)
Stevie Wonder, I'm gon' take away yo vision, aye
K-K-KDL cookin' up with thе gang up in that private room
Eyes are so rеd you may think I'm off the drugs, maybe the shrooms
I'm already sick of yellin', someone pass me that mountain dew
Growth tonight just ain't no tellin', yuh
We gettin' money
Me and the gang, we all get money, yuh!
[Outro: PSEUDODEMONIO and (Cleo's Trademark)]
I got a gun, I'm in this bitch shootin'!
Grrah! (Somebody got a bomb!) Bow, bow bow
(Duck and cover!) Aye! Tahaha!