[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, I got it
Yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Christian Dior, yeah, that's all on my harness
Your bitch asked me, "Do I miss her?" I said, "Hardly"
She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
I don't say her name but she ride like a Harley
Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
That n***a said he fucked on a lil' bitch
But that shit that he talkin' 'bout, it is malarkey

[Verse]
My boys movin' babies, my whip got a car seat
N***as, they bitches, I can't hear your heartbeat
My car from the future, it don't got no start key
My wrist look like Huncho, my neck look like Starchy
Treat my girls like piano, only play the dark keys
I love you, you love me, our thing sound like Barney
Uh, forty thousand spent at Barneys
Uh, no Armani on my garments
Yo, what's your name? (Sorry)
Have you met my friend Artist? (No)
Have you met my friend Artist? (No)
Have you met my friend Artist? (Yeah)
He be drippin', I be saucin', uh
Not 'bout money, why you talkin'? Yeah
Why this lil' bitch keep fraudin'? Yes
And she from the city, she from Boston