[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I ride 'round like a lick, yeah (Bitch, I ride 'round like a lick)
My n***a ready to hit
You might get knocked down just like a pin
She want my number and she want my PIN (Ha)
Bitch, you ain't gettin' a thing (Bitch, you ain't gettin' a thing)
Told her I'm done with events (Huh)
Then I went did it again (Oh yeah, oh yeah, let's go)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it don't make sense how I'm rich
It don't make sense that these n***as want war 'bout a bitch, boy, you a bitch
I got a vibe in the telly and she wanna eat, she gonna feast
Pour up a deuce in the liter
She wan' fuck on me 'cause I'm rich
I can't feel though, I don't need her
Prada on my ass (What?), fuck Evisu
Oh, your partner said what? We gon' see 'em (Ha)
Takin' all these meds, why? 'Cause I need 'em (Let's go)
Yeah, .45 hit your leg, bitch
Left that ho on read, bitch
Partner finna crash out, I'm like, "Just chill, twin"
Think you finna run, I'm on your trail, twin (Ha)
Most of my n***as commit sins (For real, turn me up)
[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, come see your partner get whacked, bitch
Yeah, yeah, she wanna fuck on my ad-lib
Yeah, yeah, backin' op O's of mad zips (Back it up, back it up)
I was just broke, back then
(I was just broke, now I'm rich, fuck-n***a, let's go)

[Refrain]
Yeah, twenty on clothes, I did that
Goyard bag, I did that (Goyard)
New AP, I did that
Chrome Hearts glasses, did that
Posted up at your kickback
Slap it on your bitch ass
You say some, get your shit smacked
You don't wanna get— (Pfft), smacked (Smacked, let's go, bitch)

[Chorus]
Ayy, yeah
Bitch, I ride 'round like a lick, yeah (Bitch, I ride 'round like a lick)
My n***a ready to hit
You might get knocked down just like a pin
She want my number and she want my PIN (Ha)
Bitch, you ain't gettin' a thing (Bitch, you ain't gettin' a thing)
Told her I'm done with events (Huh)
Then I went did it again (Oh yeah, oh yeah, let's go)