[Intro]
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
Who they wanna be? I'm who they wanna be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah)
Bitch, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Bird business supremacy)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
I got so much fuckin' cheese, cheese

[Pre-Chorus]
Who these n***as wanna be? They wanna be me
Clutchin' thе 43X, my n***as shoot from the three

[Chorus]
I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese
I got so much fuckin' cheesе, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much fuckin' cheese
Everything these n***as wear, I swear that shit be so cheap

[Verse 1]
I got gunners everywhere, everywhere I be deep, yeah
Kan just went SRT, he can't control that bitch, he should've bought him a fuckin' Jeep
Dior jeans with that cheese, Dior jeans with no crease
Can't give these n***as peace, Glock 27 got a fuckin'—
Can't say it on this bitch but the way that bitch sound, it's a glitch
If I get caught with this bitch, you know lil' Rino gotta go sit
Hang with all my fuckin' dawgs, make them n***as go sick
Spider 'Rari crawlin' walls, know these n***as be sick
I don't want no fuckin' Rick but I hit my dance like I'm lil' Rick
She got a lot of ass up in them pants, I like the way that bitch sit
AMG move fast, they like, "Where the fuck this boy went?"
Sold that n***a some fent' 'cause that bitch had me bent
My cup cost a n***a rent, literally
Look at my muhfuckin' jacket, that bitch came from Italy
Cut off that bitch two years ago, I know that that bitch missin' me
Soon as your stupid ass shoot at me, you better hit at me
I'm high on the motherfucking holidays, I'm off of that Christmas tree
I just met a new plug at the Busy Bee
All these n***as do is mug 'cause they hate on me
Put that bitch in a blunt
All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun
If my n***a get caught with that gun, he on the run
Yeah, I'm high in the sky and I don't know why (I don't know why)
I'm chillin' with God, look me in my eyes, see, you see the devil
Look at my bezel, VVS1 all on my wrist, you not on my level (Uh)
[Chorus]
I got so much fuckin' cheese, I got so much fuckin' cheese
I got so much fuckin' cheese, bitch, my pockets lookin' obese
I got so much fuckin' cheese
Everything these n***as wear, I swear that shit be so cheap

[Verse 2]
Schedule II boys, drug business
I just popped a motherfuckin' pill and this bitch got me too lifted
You could say that I'm a pill head, I don't sip red
I'm lyin', I do, my stupid ass had to catch my head

[Outro]
Had to catch my head
Catch my head