[Intro: Jace!, Tricksterr]
(Prio-Priority exclusive)
(Sacred Society)
(Huh, uh)

[Verse 1: Jace!]
I think I might, I might (Woah, woah)
I think I might, I might (Woah, woah)
I think I might, I might (Woah)
I might get that money (Woah)
I think I might, I might
I'm pushin' a brand new car
I'm fuckin' a brand new broad
She got a friend for my n***a
Yeah, I hit the lottery
Ain't this about a B'?
Ain't this about a bitch?
I get to takin' too sweet
I don't write songs 'bout no bitches
Cook up like Chef Boadee, I know I gotta get it
Pulled up in Urus, looking like it's mean
No, we don't fuk with thee n***as

[Bridge: Jace!]
(Whey, whey, whey)
(Whey, whey, whey)
(Whey, whey, whey)
(Whey, whey)
[Verse 2: Jace!]
Industry n***as be gay
I know I would never be gay
I will pull it out, bust on her face
She wanna come fuck with thе gang
My pops said I'm the one
Said he been knеw that I had fame
Get to pullin' out on that slut
I don't know her, but I got her—
I don't know her, but I'm in her brain
I really see him, these n***as be Meek Mill
I pull up, I'm pulling off
They know I beam him
Bae, bae, it's some shit you ain't know, I mean it
Ooh, I fucked her, you know I ain't mean it
I fucked her, you know I don't love, love, love, love
I fucked her, she only get lu-lu-lu-lust
I got a .50, .50 on me, and it's big, you see?
Touchin' her kidneys
I got the stick, you think up in the air
She keep grabbing me (Grabbing me)