[Intro]
Haha, haha

[Chorus]
I don't got no fashion sense, put shit on that I want to, haha, haha (Shit tragic)
I've been doing me while you figure out yourself
I'mma make this money, put that dream on a shelf (On a she-)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, shit tragic, yeah
Ha-ha-ha, yuh

[Verse]
Yeah, got my pistol in my waistband, who you fuckin' with?
Don't worry 'bout the bitches in my city[?], yeah, yeah
Bitch, who you talking to? Bitch, who you talking to?
Bitch, who you talking to?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, who you talking to?
[?] (Yuh, yeah, yeah)
Who you talking to?
Who- who the fuck- who the fuck are you-
Don't turn my vocals down, ha-ha-ha-ha
Just getting fucking started in this bitch, yeah (Don't turn my vocals down)
(Don't turn my vocals down)

[Chorus]
I don't got no fashion sense, put shit on that I want to, haha, shit tragic
I've been doing me while you figure out yourself, -self
I'mma make this money, put that dream on a shelf, boy
[Outro]
(I don't got no fashion sense, put shit on that I want to)
Boy, boy, boy, boy (I don't got no fashion sense, put shit on that I want to)
(Put shit on that I want to)
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy-