[Verse 1: Young Thug]
We took it from a Lamborghini to a dressing room
We took it from the dressing room to her mama room
I get deep in the box, I didn't even set the moods
Call it California cuddling, California cuddling
I told the baby not to worry, I’ma cop her some new boobs
Stay in your jurisdiction, I bring everything to you
I told her not to worry about no n***a without a clue
Pay her little sister tuition, she don't need no night school

[Chorus: Young Thug]
She don't need no night school
Mmm, hey, hey, hey
She hotter than soup
Hotter than Loubs, higher than Coogi suits

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, wheeze
They ain’t even my speed
Flexin' on these n***as got me throwin' on my tee
Got me jumpin' in my crowd
Got me throwin' up money
Got me goin' in my golds
Got me showin' off my teeth, like
Black privilege gotta mean somethin', uh
Dark liquor for the weak stomach, uh
White styrofoam cup with lean on it
Pull up microphone out, let her sing on it
Aggressions, comparisons
To fake means is embarrassing
Give ’em classic, if it matters, I’m embarrassed
I think about a state of mind and how my state is more passive
Few milli' spend on bad habits
Other half on taxes