[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Yeah, FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Switchin' up my image, no more pictures with my styrofoam
Why the fuck I keep buyin' these houses if I'm never home?
I'm with gang, they never wrong
Supermodels, I'm stepping on 'em
Search for where my weapon on me
Buy three, four bags in one time
Treat the condo like a trap house
Other spot, a baby compound
Bad bitches get the run-around
Bruh a trackstar, he run shit down
I made this shit half of a one pound
I told bro the one band, one sound
She like, "Fuck the club, let's stay in"
Now she gotta get new tape in
Pockets too big, they can't never belittle me
Bae, I'm a hell of a n***a, ain't with the arguing once you deliver
I buy Achilles, the real one
How you the hero but stay with some villains?
I ain't gon' switch on my n***as
I run the game like I'm born with the ball
Youngin ain't corny at all
Five foot nine, but I ain't that small, feel like I'm seven feet tall
Bro ain't stop, he just on pause, he comin' straight when I call him
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
On FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
On the time if its real then its real
I run selfish just fuck how you feel
Cuban links on me cost me a mill
Do do do do he gon come for the kill
Australian bitches let me titty fuck, after I sipped on the cup
(?) tryna knock down the door had to lock up the room bitch never disrupt
I got the cross on my wrist ima Christian (?) on payroll to get it dismissed
Then back to super bowl I had the super bowl party the rams won n***a I was pissed
I got my n***as with K's and plays I promise the won't turn into a statistical
Put me on n***a I'm ready to spray, you know lil Roddy I pop out I'm vicious
Be quiet, I think the fans listening
But baby, we got another hit
Fuck it, lets go get rich

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
FaceTime, we still talk in codes
I think the feds on every iPhone
No more Polo T-Shirts
Put that shit on everyday from now on
[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Everybody can fold but I won't, everybody want it but I don't
I make n***as follow and I lead, I make bitches cum, then I leave
Virgil Maybach be so sweet, we just get 'em, ain't no beef
You can get her back, I can't keep her
We be getting (Shh), that's our secret
Rappers wanna kick it, can't reach me
You and five of y'all n***as can't see me
Really sturdy, a wall, n***a, can't beat me
Akademiks know he ain't as rich as me
Brodie ready to eat for a twenty piece
I ain't got nothin' to say to you mini-mes
Ready to buy a lil' n***a contract
Yeah, yeah, whatever, we on that
Disappearing on 'em, they got weird on me
I'm the fallback king, number one shit
Me and Roddy Ricch, that's a smooth tag team
Gotta live with it, can't wake up from it, this is not a bad dream
Look how life changed, TVs in the shower, used to steal flatscreens

[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Shh
I know that they listening, fuck 'em
Know not to ask me about nothing
If I ain't somewhere getting money then I'm fuckin' (Fft, fft)
That's that switch sound
I ain't going out without a fight, I'ma tell you that shit now
Whatever I get, I'ma share with my brother
That's how we get down
If you get offended, it is what it is
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta so I gotta snake now