[Verse 1]
Sold all my Taylor's & my whole sack
Grinding like I’m Kodak
Arizona Peach Tree, Mario & Prozac
You don’t wanna know that
Gold baller got myself a 4th flat
Hold back
PSL flow hack, yo
Limousine lifestyle
Waterslide night time
Posting all my high rhyme
Rolling up I’m high fly
Flying up the sky high

[Chorus]
Feeling nauseous
I don’t wanna let you go
Shit that I be grinding with you, now you leave me ‘lone
You a hoe
With a bow
Showed dinero and my gold, yaaa
Feeling nauseous
I don’t wanna let you go
Shit that I be grinding with you, now you leave me ‘lone
You a hoe
With a bow
Showed dinero and my gold, yaaa
[Verse 2]
Fame has got the haters tilting harder than in Pisa
Remember when I fucked a haters bitch and took her visa
Lisa, the teaser
I’m moving to Ibiza
Classified my ass
You talked about with Felicia
Extra that gum
On my tounge
With a gun
Just for fun
In the sun
I am freestyling hun
I’m fucking wild

[Hook]
I don’t condone nun o' that
I got no phone in my tracks
I told don’t load on my racks
I caught the flow on my mac
I go slow on my grind
I’m trying hard to get found
I wanna shoutout all my enemies
You got me all this love
And I don’t wanna go
10 bad bitches they just wanna fold
Swishers made of purer gold
What I’m told
I don’t wanna know
If you sucking dick for more
Or if you want me on the low
[Chorus]
Feeling nauseous
I don’t wanna let you go
Shit that I be grinding with you, now you leave me ‘lone
You a hoe
With a bow
Showed dinero and my gold, yaaa
Feeling nauseous
I don’t wanna let you go
Shit that I be grinding with you, now you leave me ‘lone
You a hoe
With a bow
Showed dinero and my gold, yaaa