[Intro]
(Neilaworld)
Yeah

[Verse]
We in Neiman Marcus
I'm like, "Damn, bitch, I need that"
I'm not high enough
I'm like, "Damn, where my weed at?" (Uh)
Where my lean at? (Uh)
Where my ecstasy? (Uh)
I got this bad ass bitch, she gettin' next to me, yeah
She go Baghdad, yeah, yeah, she blowing me, yeah
I got drank in my cup, too many drugs, can't fall in love
These lame ass n***as fallin' off
Me? I'm just fallin' up
Me? I'm just ballin' up
Hundred TVs, told 'em, "Mount it up"
These n***as can't see me, I don't give no fucks
'Cause I know I'm fire, and I know they suck
Pull up, SRT, I'm talkin' 'bout that truck
I pull up on your bitch, now she is starstruck
She like, "Damn, he rich, goddamn, he up"
Ain't no façade, bitch, I'm havin' this shit
Just like my boy Carti, yeah, I'ma die lit
I'ma shoot up the party if you reach for my wrist
Yeah, a n***a try me, you know he gettin' killed
I been serving these lean fiends, no seal
I been serving these weed fiends, no scale
You just cappin' and rappin', I'm trappin' for real
I took off my Balenci' and put on Margiela
Hell yeah, I'm a vamp, how I'm lookin' for Bella
I was just in my city, but now I'm in Ella
And when I say Ella, bitch, I mean LA...