[Intro]
(Ayo, Quantich, run them bands up)
Yeah, I said, "What the fuck, baby?"
Yeah, don't you do me like that no more, baby
Uh, don't you love (Yo, we got Houmi on this shit)

[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, what the fuck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sluts
All this gold, I feel like Tut
On my soul, this can't be touched
Roll a 'wood and then I torch that
Don't ask me where your whore at
Don't call me, I ignore that
I need my money more fat
I could do some black magic, pop a Perc in the stu'
Bitch, I caught you red-handed, cry a river, woohoo
Ayy, what the fuck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sluts
So much gold, I feel like Tut
Jiggin', watch me hit this dance move
Toss my hеart in the deep blue
You gon' need a search crеw to find that bitch
And if you do, then I'll still probably hurt you
[Verse]
Uh, maybe, baby
Stackin' a big amount
I need my diamonds, they astronomical
Big booty bitch, she said she likes tropical
I'm gon' need way more bands to build up this empire
But I ain't trappin', though
Play with my slime and I'm gon' be at your door in twenty minutes
Like it's Dominoes
Ring, ring, on my phone, who this?
Sorry, baby, I ain't got you saved on my new shit
Ayy, fuck it, though
Got a brand new bag just to fuck it off on dumb shit
I ain't really trippin', though
I pop these Percs like a Tylenol
I stay locked in, no timeout
Do this with no effort, get up on my level
This bitch way too pretty, she might be the devil
She might take my soul if I fuck 'round and let her
I'm gone when I wake up, I write her a letter
Sit back and recline, we gon' fly in this Tesla
My new bitch Dominican, look like Nutella
Trapped a ho, we take her back to the telly
Everythin' foreign, I ain't gotta tell 'em
Blue cheese, money trees go all around me
I don't smoke no cig's, but I've been known to sip this lean, lean
I roll with some party girls, they known to pop them bean, beans
I be on a different planet, you could call me Sheen, Sheen
Slime green, same color my shoe strings
Steppin' hard, I've been steppin' on these n***as, still defeatin'
[Chorus]
Yeah, ayy, what the fuck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sluts
All this gold, I feel like Tut
On my soul, this can't be touched
Roll a 'wood and then I torch that
Don't ask me where your whore at
Don't call me, I ignore that
I need my money more fat
I could do some black magic, pop a Perc in the stu'
Bitch, I caught you red-handed, cry a river, woohoo
Ayy, what the fuck? Uh
I'm too geeked up
Tired of runnin' through these sluts
So much gold, I feel like Tut
Jiggin', watch me hit this dance move
Toss my heart in the deep blue
You gon' need a search crew to find that bitch
And if you do, then I'll still probably hurt you