[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I remember at first everybody was sleeping on me
I tried to wake 'em up, but they still went Tempur-Pedic on me
My n***a milli is to free the homie
How the fuck can I go to jail with all these baby Jesus' on me?
Reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me, money on me
Bitches on me, n***as lonely cause I got they ho now
Wait a minute, slow now
Roll that, four cars deep and switching lanes on 'em
Color coded paint on 'em, fuck it, go insane on 'em
All white bucket interior look like cocaine, homie
Bitches ain't fucking for free if you met 'em at the flame, homie
Damon Wayan shame on 'em
I ain't lift a weight, but pounds gain on 'em
My number still the same, homie, if you want no thing from me
You can still get it for the same number
Or cheaper because you know a n***a been check
Up, bitches are the only thing I'm benchpress

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign, Rich Homie Quan & Lil Durk]
Girl, bust it open for 'em, real one (Yeah, squa')
Take it to the floor like I spilled some (Skrr, skrr)
Pick it up for me real slow (Hey)
I can tell that you’re a pro (Hey hey)
Dollar $ign from L.A, this a freestyle (Freestyle, esskeetit)
Just look at my outfit, I’m the shit
I ain’t even rhyme, I don’t give a shit (Give a shit)
Me and Rich Homie, man, we been the shit (Hey)
Caught my n***a Durk in Chicago
My young n***a got all the hoes
My n***a Drama up in ATL (ATL)
Everywhere I go you smell that weed smell (Weed n***a)
Taylor Gang Pushaz Ink and you negro (Negro)
Aye, you hear me on the stereo
Your bitch see me on that video (For real)
And I bet she gon’ go
[Interlude: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a girl, gon’ go
I said got a girl, we gon’ go
We got a girl, gon’ go

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
These n***as is bitches, getting info from bitches
Go and tell it to the piggies I'm trying to get riches
And stand on that business
Free bro n***as stitching my kings, I was over
And you lucky one penny, I put two in his lemon
This 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his n***as
He ain’t shit to his n***as, we don't hesitate
From Quan to Ty, opps ain't never safe
Roll out the Glocks and we real with the apes
Blue jewel on the opps, no clue as he dies
ACG free the guys shirt, don’t fuck with the rock
I’m on the block, hoping my tape don’t flop
And it go gold when it drop
I’m not a liar, stuck T in them baggies
And we risking indictment trying to get flyer
Been to first class ticket and united 300 to Riot
Murder, murder, kill kill
In a jam I never squeal
Label only time I deal
I fuck with G’s , B’s, Mos, Kings, Snakes, Fo’s
And other n***as of the mill
N***a, you don’t know how hunger feel
Treating about a hundred mill on the corner with hundred pills
Got the money...
Took them 20 years
And they still doing 20 years
And they ain’t ever seeing 20 years
[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
Shoutout to XXL, ayy
Shoutout to XXL
Shoutout to XXL, ayy
Shoutout to XXL