[Verse 1: Daniyo]
Know I’m coming off bold
But girl tell me what n***a gon do you like me
Young n***a with the juice
Gotta be a VIP to fuck with me, girl need your ID
Only thing between us is the latex
Girl, you’re bad enough to blow the whole paycheck
I ain’t ever been attached
But believe I love you around cause I know that you stay wet
Love a girl that can take away the day’s stress
Show me what she’s down for and she say less
When she walk in the room
Feeling like I got allergies every way that I stay blessed
It ain’t none of your friends business
What we got going on girl let's get right
So long as you’re down for me, I’m gon ride for you
I swear we got be aigh

[Verse 2: Devon Braxton]
Walk up in the club and everybody know our name
Talking 'bout how Virtuosi 'boutta kill the game
Everybody out the club is giving us the shame
That's the price you gotta pay for money and the fame
How you getting angry at the person I became
You've been acting phony every since I got the fame
Ain't nobody but yourself that you could ever blame
If you were never with me at the bottom with the pain
Baby baby, why you always tryna catch me lack?
Crazy crazy, y'all gon turn me to a maniac
Everybody wanna know what time you getting back
Do you know celebrities? How much you make in racks?
I heard this on the internet and now I know the facts
Somebody get your man, somebody tell him to relax

Before I get angry, start fucking shit up
And then I throw hands with your mans, say wassup
But you don't why so you asking me "what?"
I told you to shut the fuck up, that's enough
Why all of a sudden you acting so tough
When people around you? They hyping you up
You don't wanna do this, don't wanna get rough
You paid 40 bucks don't get kicked out the club
What happened before? You was talking that shit
Talking how you gon be rich
You ain't ever earn a thing, it was given
This ain't your lane, better shift
You making me bitter, you making me vicious
Running your mouth almost like it's a sickness
Cool to my face, but you talk from a distance
Do yourself a favor lil bitch, mind your business
[Verse 3: Menkare]
Man what you wanna talk about?
Fun sex, sunsets, or the nights of the drunk texts? no
Shawty don’t rock that way
Got a pretty young thing and she pop D’usse
Used to keeping it classy I gotta evolve
I used to be cool but I turned to a dog
And I cheated I needed to leave anyway
Cuz I learned all that game from my father in days
Ways, I could just change in an instant
Most of you n***as don’t get it
Versace my shades with the Gucci on slides
Just need me some feddy and head from a dime
Is that too much to ask?
With these Chains on my neck and a loaded Patek
And a cup full of wine
Used to be stressed and then texting my brothers
Like “Yo it’s gon happen a matter of time"
Then my n***as switched up
Man I still don’t got no time for the fools
You ain’t even call me back
Tell me really how you feel
I would give everything to my brothers
And that was my first of mistakes
My whole family distant
I’m missing these meals just to make all these verses for n***as
I wouldn't rehearse with you n***as
I’m starving, I’m hungry, I needed some water
This all for my mom so she open that door
To that mansion in Beverly Hills
N***a back to the topic, I’m willing to kill
When I came from the gutter, they said that I changed
I was born for this shit, you can save me the pain
You can save me the game
Never seen you quite like this
Some n***as gon change but it’s right like this
I ain’t with all the talking and chalking it up
If he don’t fuck with me, n***a save me the luck (aye, look)
[Verse 4: Zavion]
What you wanna talk 'bout?
Is it the way that you act when I walk out? Nah
You just wanna spark up
Girl, please don't get me started, look
On the way to the party
We gon face each L then we off it, look
Shawty tryna toss it
Give me brain, you would think she would taught this, look
See my type, can't ignore it
See my type, think love is boring, look
Only text when I'm horny
Or maybe in the stu while recording, look
No feelings, no bullshit
No sweat when I'm on to the new bitch
Show you how I do this
On the way to the top with my new shit, look

On my way to the top
Tell me if you down bitch, tell me if you not
I ain't really mean to put you all up in the spot
Only 18, bitches always tryna plot
Tryna make it seem like a n***a called you
Nah bitch, you a fiend
Tried to tell me that you not
Why they all lies man
Why they all dubs
I ain't got no time, I ain't showing no love
Show no love to these hoes
That's a move, that's just how it goes
Got a problem then please let me know
Just here for the weed, for the bros
Just here for the
Here for the clout
I'ma get big, nah, I never had a doubt
Just sit back with this stash, I'ma count
I'ma do me with you or without, aye