[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t gotta try when my boys flick me up
Post it on the Gram just to remind you I’m up
Mix the ‘06 Bape with the Vetements
Bitch, you’re just the doormat stepped on with my Louboutins
Just signed off my old shit just to pay more in my taxes
Texting my accountant, write off this Burberry jacket
One thing that cannot make me happy is the racks
D9, got it tatted, that’s a fact

[Verse]
You got no drip, talk 'bout racks, boy, that’s cap
You say the same shit on guitar beats, boy, that’s whack
If you got me on the beat then it’s a wrap
(If you got me on the beat then it’s a wrap)

[Chorus]
Shawty got me on a string, she’s fucking with my head
Fuck around, leave the bank, then go back to bed
Miss my boys in New York, we’re going back again
You want a mix that’s in your budget, I bet you would like that
Shawty got me on a string, she’s fucking with my head (fucking with my head)
Fuck around, leave the bank, then go back to bed (go back to bed)
Miss my boys in New York, we’re going back again (going back again)
You want a mix that’s in your budget, I bet you would like that
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t gotta try when my boys flick me up
Post it on the Gram just to remind you I’m up
Mix the ‘06 Bape with the Vetements
Bitch, you’re just the doormat stepped on with my Louboutins
Just signed off my old shit just to pay more in my taxes
Texting my accountant, write off this Burberry jacket
One thing that cannot make me happy is the racks
D9, got it tatted, that’s a fact

[Chorus]
Shawty got me on a string, she’s fucking with my head
Fuck around, leave the bank, then go back to bed
Miss my boys in New York, we’re going back again
You want a mix that’s in your budget, I bet you would like that
Shawty got me on a string, she’s fucking with my head (fucking with my head)
Fuck around, leave the bank, then go back to bed (go back to bed)
Miss my boys in New York, we’re going back again (going back again)
You want a mix that’s in your budget, I bet you would like that
(Would like that, would like that, would like that)