[Chorus]
I'm off rich drugs you can tell by the way I'm walking
I'm pourin' codeine on your coffin
My shooter keep a rocket on em blowin' shit up like boston
I gave her more money, now she claim that she lost it
You can't fool me, I see through it
She keep beggin' me to do her
She keep takin pics with my jewelry
I'm fly as fuck getting high in the crib
What you charging to fuck? My bro trynna' hit
I build a house, on top of my house
I put a Urus on both of my wrist
You don't need to feel insecure
She hate that I got bad bitches
I buy all my hoes new whips, and new bags, they brag different

[Verse 1]
I don't really like going out to the club, unless them racks gеt mentioned
I just hope it all makеs sense
They wan be round 'cus we lit
Marni slippers look like tris
Money flying, that hoe doing tricks
Won't answer the phone, I'm busy as shit
Im rockin LV skates not ricks
Tell me whatchu on, yeah
Tell me how you feeling, if you pulling up, baby come alone (mh)
Ain't got no time for none of that childish shit, im grown
I keep playing mind games with all these hoes
They think that i love em, i told em so
[Chorus]
I'm off rich drugs you can tell by the way I'm walking
I'm pourin' codeine on your coffin
My shooter keep a rocket on em blowin' shit up like boston
I gave her more money, now she claim that she lost it
You can't fool me, I see through it
She keep beggin' me to do her
She keep takin pics with my jewelry
I'm fly as fuck getting high in the crib
What you charging to fuck? My bro trynna' hit
I build a house, on top of my house
I put a Urus on both of my wrist
You don't need to feel insecure
She hate that I got bad bitches
I buy all my hoes new whips, and new bags, they brag different

[Verse 2]
Im out the country, meeting with important people
All my money legal
We popping champagne, at a private party
Im getting geeked with Cleo
Got foreign whips on foreign whips
These horses, are not no rentals
I can’t tell if its really love, or if she just using me
I can't tell if the drank real, but im still gon buy 3
You can’t get up in this section, i got killers behind me
Change my number 20 times, somehow she still found me
I can't keep my balance, im off a green 15, im drowsy
[Chorus]
I'm off rich drugs you can tell by the way I'm walking
I'm pourin' codeine on your coffin
My shooter keep a rocket on em blowin' shit up like boston
I gave her more money, now she claim that she lost it
You can't fool me, I see through it
She keep beggin' me to do her
She keep takin pics with my jewelry
I'm fly as fuck getting high in the crib
What you charging to fuck? My bro trynna' hit
I build a house, on top of my house
I put a Urus on both of my wrist
You don't need to feel insecure
She hate that I got bad bitches
I buy all my hoes new whips, and new bags, they brag different