[Intro: Mouv & Juice WRLD]
(Come on)
Uh
Boolin' up in Paris with some n***as from Chicago
Boolin' up in Paris with some...

[Verse: Juice WRLD]
Boolin' up in Paris with some n***as from Chicago
Pull up on the scene, choppa on me with a 4-0
Aye, fire like a dragon, no Komodo
Woah, while she suckin' on my dick in the 4 door (ha)

I don't even want her you can have her
I don't got no father, n***a, I'm a rich bastard
Ballin' on these n***as like I'm in the fuckin' raptors
You don't want smoke, n***a, you don't want cancer

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
I could rap on anything, anything
Married to the money need a wedding ring, wedding ring
Bitch I got real diamonds, you at burger king, burger king
Run up in your crib, that's a burglary, burglary

Uh, word play don't play it off, (uh, uh)
Perk pop, I don't do the Adderall, (uh, uh)
Knock knock, really need to knock it off, slob on my knob
Yeah, girl you need to slop me off (uh, uh)
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Pull up on the scenе with the roof off, (huh)
Red beam on thе gun, feel like Rudolph
Choppa hit your face, and yo mouth, tear yo tooth off (uh huh)
Hell yeah, that bitch'll tear yo tooth off (uh huh, uh)

Listen to the way that I flow on it
Walk into the club take yo ho on it (uh, uh)
Spend 10k all on clothes on it (uh, uh)
Pull up on that scene with that Rolly on me (uh, huh)

Yeah fresh mothafucka, fresh to death
"Breaking Bad," crystal meth, mothafucka
Take a sec, throw the pass, intercept mothafucka
Got a bitch, on her knees, givin' me neck mothafucka
(uh, haha)