[Verse 1]
Reminiscing 'bout them nights I ain't even had no ice (Are you in the Mafia?)
Bitches ain't had no life, now the 'Gram got 'em hype
I remember 2012, one-sixty for a pint
Now look at the price
I've been grinding for a minute, now look at my life
All them dark days gone, now I'm shining bright
I should go and get some head from my BM tonight
Nah, I'm straight, I might just take my new bitch on a flight
Fifty carats in my chain, I'm with Meech and them
I got work in southwest like I'm T and them
That shit bold how you told on your people and them
That's why it's hard for me to all you new people in
Where I'm from, you get a BIN or get a big
I be talking to these hoes like I'm Pimpin' Ken
Take a dope that's a seven, turn it to a ten
Take a bitch out that Impala, put her in the Benz
It come a day you gotta choose, you gon' win or lose?
Rick Owens tennis shoes, I tie them bitches 'round the back
N***as wanna play with the money, put it on his scalp
She gon' let me hit that kitty cat if I spread them racks
New Model X, you ain't hear me cut it on?
If you tryna hit that money switch, I can cut it on
You can catch me in the foreign, laughin' on my money phone
Meech made one chain cost a hundred, I don't know what he on
My bitch face card don't decline (Mwah)
She drink Casamigos, not wine (She don't drink that shit)
She called me like a hundred million times (Bitch, what you want?)
I'm quick to trade a penny for a dime
[Chorus]
Ayy, I get her the big Louis, that's her favorite size (The big one)
She give me the wettest head, that's my favorite kind (I love that)
I got on Dior shades so you can't see my eyes (Dior)
If it's a flag on the play, you get penalized

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I ain't 'bout to buy you shit, you see it in my eyes
Got a fifty strip in hundreds right here on my thighs
She seen my chains in the dark, she said, "Oh my God"
If I kill your favorite rapper, I won't get a bond
What I slid in this pop? Shit, a lot of lines
I can't even fuck like that, bitch, I'm kind of high
You want some clout, we gon' make sure it's televised
She don't run her mouth like that and that's what I like
I sip so much Wock', I'ma turn into a pint
She wanna fuck me quick, let her live her life
She got a passport, I'ma book her flight
What is that, a pint? Pour it in a Sprite
Lil' n***a, add me up
Pickin' everything out in Neiman's, make her bag it up
You in the mall with your kids, oh, you lacking, huh?
You was a killer on the 'Gram, you was capping, huh?
My killers on go every time (Mafia)
Bitch, this a ten milli', not a nine (Buh, buh)
The plug called a hundred million times (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I swear to God, it's money on my mind
[Chorus]
Ayy, I get her the big Louis, that's her favorite size (Big Louis)
She give me the wettest head, that's my favorite kind (Wet)
I got on Dior shades so you can't see my eyes (Dior shades)
If it's a flag on the play, you get penalized