[Intro]
808 demon
What the fuck—

[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck
Bitch, I spilt my cup
Bags on bags on bags, I just be runnin' shit up, huh
Racks on racks on racks, she wanna fuck, I touched down in Paris
Thousand dollars, my appearance
Too many sons, I feel like a goddamn parent

[Verse]
217, elites, yeah, these bitches say that I'm fleek, huh
Miami, bitch, I got heat, I went to good times, I be hurtin' my feet
These n***as look up to me, yeah, Maajins gon' fuck with the beat
Bought her a new bag, slay, boy, you sweet
And I got top in the G
They askin' questions, "How the fuck you do it?"
But I just talk on the beat
I'm gettin' money up, bitch, I'm higher than God
I put my cup on the seat
Lean on my ex ho, bitch, I feel like X'
I'm in yo' hood, sippin' tea
I'm a lil' addict to this goddamn coupé
And this bitch quit sippin' lean
Hold on, my coupé, it got two doors
I'm gon' dip, like, "Kudos"
I been gettin' so much bag, my pockets fat like Xhulooo
Fuck, yeah, hold on
Fuck, bitch, I'm the goat, run it up
I-I could just say the same shit on music 'cause I'm still goin' up (F-fuck)
Yeah, I don't fuck with that lame shit
You a mean bitch, I'll tell you straight up (F-fuck, fuck)
These n***as really my sons
You cannot be me, bitch, you gon' run out of luck
[Chorus]
Fuck, fuck
Bitch, I spilt my cup
Bags on bags on bags, I just be runnin' shit up, huh
Racks on racks on racks, she wanna fuck, I touched down in Paris
Thousand dollars, my appearance
Too many sons, I feel like a goddamn parent