[Intro: Squidward, SpongeBob & YoungRichChris]
Why is everything chrome? (Cash)
Ayy
Woah, Woah, Woah
Damn, yeah (Everything is chrome in the future)

[Verse: YoungRichChris]
All these chains on me, Mr T (icy)
Ain't from Miami but you know i keep the heat (The heat)
Got that M16
Pass that shit to my n***a Kwalik
Them bullets s-singing like Jacquees ouu
I' ma youngboy, ballin like I'm in the NBA
Drop top coupe, skirt round in that shit, all day (Skrr)
When i made these bands up, gave my mama a couple Ks
Tory Lanez, I'm so litty
Pull up to your city, act kill the kidney
That was in Houston, no Whitney
Call me a goat, no billy
You sneakin diss on tha gang, get stomped out in my timbs (Fuck n***a)
Rapping and producing is my niche
Like my mouse, I click to the shit
Ding ding dong on yo´ bitch then I ditch (aye)
Grillz in my mouth, speak wit a lisp (speak wit a lisp)
Versace, Versace Versace (Versace)
On my robe, Quavo
Use to pull up in a sedan (Honda)
N***a that's a 4 door
Pistol got the .44
You already know know
Middle to the muthafuckin popo
It´s a battlefield in streets, pull up with the draco (Draco)
Finna get the action like GoPro
I don't know why but Suzy wanna call my phone (Brrr)
Leave me alone, Flipp Dinero
Like Lil boat, she tryna one night me
I'm really lit, fuck a low, that's a high key
Fuck 2 bands up wit my wifey
All you basic bitches, stop hittin' my line cause you wasting yo time (Hey!)