[Intro]
Can't wait to [?]
(Look out Veno)
Won't be able to fuckin' tell me nothin' no more
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
What I speak comes into existence
Uh

[Chorus]
Said she want it plain, she don't want no ice, she my type
Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank overhype
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right

[Verse 1]
All I want me is a hundred mill', a hundred mill'
Touch my first goal, I got a double M, a double M
Them pussy n***as, I don't fuck with them, it's up with them
We do no leg shots, above the rim, above the rim
If you take my drnk, get high off of one sip, one sip
If my ex bitch know that it's, "Fuck them," it's, "Fuck them" (Yeah)
Had to cut some n***as off, it's, "Fuck them," I don't trust them
My Patek a hundred ball, hit on dim, the lights dim
Tryna stack all my money, so, I'm like, "Shine Cam," yeah, "Shine Cam"
That boy got shitbagged, leave his ass layin'
My Celine pants got two buttons with no zipper
I keep that money flowin' just like a river, just like a river
My album, when I drop, it's no skips, it's no skips
We ain't got no beef with none of them n***as, them n***as could jump off a cliff
Got rich off the rip, I need ten more Ms
So I could feed my family, them, yeah
[Chorus]
Said she want it plain, she don't want no ice, she my type
Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank overhype
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right (Brr, b-b-baow)

[Verse 2]
N***a, put your guns up, yeah
Pull up in a Lam' truck
Bitches sluttin' us, and they fuckin' us
Goin' nuts, I don't want no love
Baby, I can't trust
See it now, rent no truck
Free Amiri jeans, super lit
Yeah, slim fit, and, lil' mama slim-thick
She want a BBL, she wanna be lit as shit
I'm on the bigger thing, ask hoe, I'm lit as shit
And I'ma show that bitch
Oh, she shouldn't have left me
She left me at the wrong time, and now it's, "Fuck her"
She probably with some broke n***as lettin' 'em slut her
I'm a seven-figure n***a, baby, I can't make none of this up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Said she wanna plane, she don't want no ice, she my type
Hop on a plane and I'm feelin' right, drank overhype
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right (Uh)