[Chorus]
I'll dress it up and make it perfect
I take a double cup and make it dirty
When I woke up, I went and blew a thirty (Thirty), huh
In a Lamborghini, I’m swerving (Swerve)
Bitch too bad, she might make you nervous (Nervous)
Backseat, '23 Cadillac truck, got tired of the old suburbs
I got old money, over sixty (Sixty)
All my old hoes say they miss me (Miss me)
I got codeine on my lip, yeah, I take a Styrofoam cup and kiss it (Kiss it)
I got a F.N. on my hip and it’s the seven number after fifty (Fifty)
Yeah, that’s a .57, (That’s a .57)
And I’m high as ever (And I’m high as ever)

[Verse 1]
Close your еyes, baby (Close ya eyеs baby)
Show me why baby
Show my why I should spend all this cash on you
Show me why I should go blow a bag on you
Show me why I should pop all the tags for you
Show me why, show me why, show me why
Tell me why I should ever trust a n***a
He a snitch, I see it in his eyes
He a snitch, he talking through a wire
Jumping ship, I call it suicide
Show me why I should ever trust a bitch
She gon' switch, I see it in her eyes
Yeah, I tell her "Pull up, meet me in the lobby"
'Cause her head and her pussy fire
All day in my life, caught a vibe
Hotter than a stove top, yeah, I'm fried
[Chorus]
I'll dress it up and make it perfect
I take a double cup and make it dirty
When I woke up, I went and blew a thirty (Thirty), huh
In a Lamborghini, I’m swerving (Swerve)
Bitch too bad, she might make you nervous (Nervous)
Backseat, '23 Cadillac truck, got tired of the old suburbs
I got old money, over sixty (Sixty)
All my old hoes say they miss me (Miss me)
I got codeine on my lip, yeah, I take a Styrofoam cup and kiss it (Kiss it)

[Verse 2]
I rock Rick Owens and Balenci'
I do Celine and Givenchy
In my bookbag keep a semi
In my bookbag keep a .50
Talking about fifty thousand, huh
Talking about hundred thousand, huh
Talking about a hundred thou’
Talking about a million dollars, lets go
I rock all white diamonds, lets go
I got some pointer chains, they choke
I got a whole lotta freak hoes
I got a whole lotta designer clothes
I take the codeine and I pour straight outta space, yeah, here we go
I spent seven bands on a coat
Rocking wedding bands, I'm not married though
I know they gon' change, yeah, that’s how that go
I’ma stay the same n***a, yeah, for sure
I just got a ranger rover
Tell her get behind, I ain’t pulling over (Lets go)
[Chorus]
I'll dress it up and make it perfect
I take a double cup and make it dirty
When I woke up, I went and blew a thirty (Thirty), huh
In a Lamborghini, I’m swerving (Swerve)
Bitch too bad, she might make you nervous (Nervous)
Backseat, '23 Cadillac truck, got tired of the old suburbs
I got old money, over sixty (Sixty)
All my old hoes say they miss me (Miss me)
I got codeine on my lip, yeah, I take a Styrofoam cup and I kiss it (Kiss it)
I got a F.N. on my hip and it’s the seven number after fifty (Fifty)
Yeah, that’s a .57 (That’s a .57)
And I’m high as ever (And I’m high as ever)
Huh, and I'm high as ever