[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
It's Fivi'
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign]
Flashing lights (Ha), bigger stage (Hmm)
World watching, streets amazed (Yeah)
Rollin' dope, livin' life (We made it)
Another day, another dollar (N***a, we made it), another fight

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah, she couldn't stop (She couldn't stop)
I pray to God that I see an opp
He think he shot at my n***as one time and we take everything but his sneakers and socks
Mention my name when you speak on the block
Picture my face when you reach for the Glock
I could just do it and act like it's nothin', they askin' like, "Fivi', it's easy or not?" (Huh)
I got a story and I'll nevеr tell it
I got a soul and I'll never sеll it
I see them hatin', they watchin', they jealous
Like how you get a million dollars on the debit?
How you get a million views on the edit?
How you marry a million bitches without a wedding?
He got a millions bitches in the section
That's like a million bitches to have sex with
I got some demons that's hotter than me
They keep on wakin' me out of my sleep
I look on the 'Gram, they ain't hotter than me
'Cause I'm killin' the 'fit and I body the feats, huh, woo (Killin' the fit and I body the feats, ha, Fivi')
Yeah, look, all of my shooters alert
If I tell 'em I pay 'em the money, they doing the work
Bullets is bitin' and chewing his shirt
Show up to the funeral, we shoot at his hearse
I chill with the bitches and roll with my n***as and hang with the baddest and move with the worst
Shorty a baddie, she wish she could have me, I ask for her name and I Google her worth (Ha)
[Chorus: Lil Tjay and Fivio Foreign]
Flashing lights (Yeah), bigger stage (Yeah)
World watching (Ha), streets amazed (Uh)
Rollin' dope (Yeah), livin' life (Uh)
Another day, another dollar (Ha), another fight (Let's do it)
Flashing lights (Yeah), bigger stage (Yeah)
World watching (Ha), streets amazed (Let's do it, uh)
Rollin' dope, livin' life
Another day, another dollar, another fight (Oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Yung Bleu]
He was on Sunset with a pistol (Grrrt)
I turned a jack boy to a victim, hmm
Hope you can tell that I'm not finna play with you, bitch-ass n***a, we slide tonight
We put that laser on top of the Glock when we slid on the weekend with blinding lights (Yeah)
I'm tryna bury a n***a
Get off the block 'cause you ain't from this area, n***a (Yeah)
Get shot in stomach, that's a miscarriage, lil' n***a
Fuck is you starin' at, n***a?
For the record, I might have to address all the n***as that say I'm an industry plant
They say all my cars is rented, I guess they ain't used to us young n***as havin' these racks
These n***as be troll, we fuckin' they hoes, they get on the internet, go on a rant
He try to approach, he gon' get turned to a ghost 'cause I got this bitch in my pants
I'll probably punch a n***a if he glance
I'm finna shoot, don't worry 'bout my stance
I got my bro a new Hellcat
When you hop in this Rolls, put your hair back
I was in the hood where they tote Glocks and they sell crack in the same motherfucking houses
When we in the club, I go through the back door, I don't trust nobody, I'ma pick your ass off (Let's go)
Right now I'm in Vegas tryna get a bad bitch to come through, maybe she can take the edge off
Ain't got no money, when she go to the bathroom, I'ma take off and start to head home
[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Yung Bleu]
Flashing lights, bigger stage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
World watching, streets amazed (The world is watching, hmm)
Rollin' dope, livin' life (These hoes be jocking, yeah)
Another day, another dollar, another fight (Know they watching, yeah)
Flashing lights, bigger stage
World watching, streets amazed
Rollin' dope, livin' life
Another day, another dollar, another fight (Oh, oh, oh)

[Outro]
(J Perry on the track)