[Chorus]:
Only on cash shit rest of these n***as don’t matter
I’m sipping dirty, I’m sipping on dirty matter
I fucked that bitch she don’t matter, yeah
I get the cheese like a packer
I just came in with the racks in McQueen at these n***as I’m laughing like “haha”
I just came in with the
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
They want to be Mani
I just came and I’m changing the weather these n***as they talking a lot
I got the racks in the middle of the double R when we come park in the lot
I’ma go fuck on my ex and I’m sipping on lean like “how could I not?”

[Verse 1]:
Oh, oh, yeah
Drizzy not missing
Only the lean I be pissing
Oh, and I put racks on his mind cause he did not listen
All of my n***as be flipping the birds in the kitchen we move like magician
I got the bitch on her knees and I take her to church like she turning a Christian
I just went Future’d my cup I got dirty sprite in it don’t know how I’m feeling
You don’t got stars on the ceiling
I got way too many children
We got the dope and the flatscreens
All of my friends in the building
And I been thinking bout quitting
Cause I’m too good I do not want to ruin their living
Giuseppe, Armani, Gianni Versace
Medusa head on me like I’m Illuminati
I came in this bitch and I walked in the party
Cirque Soleil I be bending her body
She was a friend of Armani
Now she a friend of lil Scotty
Mani the one that they copy
I woke up in a Bugatti
Yeah, yeah