[Chorus: 3LY]
She said she a ryda (Ouh)
Gucci, Saint Laurent, I can give her what she want
I can give her what she wanna (Hmm)
Got me running to these racks
Flipping all these packs
Got me Copping new designer (New designer, yeah)
I got all these n***as mad
'Cause I hopped all In my bag
I don′t got no time girl (Got no time girl)
Always say I'm not enough
Are you keeping it a buck?
Tell me what you want girl

[Verse 1: Shoneyin]
She wanna pop a molly
She got like two in her body
The more that she know it
The money keeps growing
She want to ride like a trolly
Backstage, you don′t know shit
You on back page with a old bitch
Riding around like I'm so rich
They pull us over, we don't know shit
My bitch, I know she gonna ride
We like Bonnie and Clyde
Knew they gonna hate like since '05
We gon pull out .45′s
And I know she stays by my side
She don′t pick both sides (Sides)
We gon' hit those guys (Guys)
Never less just side (Side)
Never gonna lose that bae (Bae)
Flooding that new Patek (Patek)
Flooding that shit, she wet (Wet)
Play you gonna see that TEC
She all on that pose, she selling her reign on me
Fell in love with that VVS when it came one me
[Chorus: 3LY]
She said she a ryda (Ouh)
Gucci, Saint Laurent, I can give her what she want
I can give her what she wanna (Hmm)
Got me running to these racks
Flipping all these packs
Got me Copping new designer (New designer, yeah)
I got all these n***as mad
'Cause I hopped all In my bag
I don′t got no time girl (Got no time girl)
Always say I'm not enough
Are you keeping it a buck?
Tell me what you want girl

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]
Lil Tjay
I gotta get to these bands, most of these n***as be fans
Look at my 'gram, so many rocks in my hands, the reason these n***as be starin'
Baby girl tell me what you want
I ain't comin' to talk, is you pullin' up?
Bro I'm pourin' codeine in the double cup
Growing up I couldn't stay out of trouble stuff
I gotta get to the money
N***a you broke on your ass, you a dummy
Hop in the whip with your shawty
Knew you was here the moment you saw
I gotta get to these bands, so many [?] that you won't understand
I remember I was whippin' the pan
Diamonds on me, you don't know who I am
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitches, they all on my body
Fuck it, I just want the mozzy, nah, nah
I'm pullin' up in a Masi'
Hope we don't spread out like [?], nah, nah
Stay with a chop like a [?]
I'm finna shoot paparazzi, nah, nah
I heard that bitch tryna line me, I told that n***a come find me, nah, nah
[Chorus: 3LY]
She said she a ryda (Ouh)
Gucci, Saint Laurent, I can give her what she want
I can give her what she wanna (Hmm)
Got me running to these racks
Flipping all these packs
Got me Copping new designer (New designer, yeah)
I got all these n***as mad
'Cause I hopped all In my bag
I don′t got no time girl (Got no time girl)
Always say I'm not enough
Are you keeping it a buck?
Tell me what you want girl