[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Yo main bitch fiend
For my dick like its dope
I was on Weston
With my smith and a coat
Come and get ya main bitch
She gave me dome
She tryna ride my wave
Like a boat
These ain't adidas n***a
These is raf simons
If you didn't put in on this lean
Then i passing it
How you walk around with fendi packs
And got no bag in it
Oh you a opp?
Well then you might as well have a badge innit

[Verse 1: 55Bagz]
Huh
Dont need a stylist n***a
I put that shit on
So much amiri jeans
They think im selling coke
Strap a brick up
Put it on a boat
Bitch im a real thing
These other n***as clones
You wanna leave your boyfriend cuz he ain't shit huh
He broke as fuck, you wanna trap like it look lit huh?
Wanna fuck my chain on and my flicks huh?
You like my wrist you want hit you think im it huh?
These n***as cryin dont have any money shit for days
Brand new bentley truck i party
When i was broke she ain't fuck thought i was lame
Got a bag now she fuck me for a name
[Verse 2: Yung Bino]
You better check ya main bitch
She gave me throat
Im balling on these n***as
Think that im deroze (yeah)
Pullup with my boys
And we pullup with them switches
How you sayin thats your shooter
And your shooter didn't even hit
So much money on me that she just might just catch a tip
I dont know i got that bitch and im all in her throat yeah
And the shoes it just came from raf simons
She fiendin for the dick
I dont care bout call of duty
She fiendin for the dick yeah she fiendin

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Yo main bitch fiend
For my dick like its dope
I was on Weston
With my smith and a coat
Come and get ya main bitch
She gave me dome
She tryna ride my wave
Like a boat