[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, oh, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
In in this bitch and my wrist is on cold
Yeah, sitting right next to my bro
Yeah, and he still rolling up dope
We in the spot, PS5 on the floor
Yes, I spend the bands when I walk in the store
If she walk up to me, then I might fuck your hoe
Skinny ass jeans holdin' racks in 'em, bro
Bitch, I'm still smokin' dope, no, I do not do coke
I'm fly, I'm dripped in a Rick Owens robe
I just walked in the spot threw some cash on the floor
Walked in the spot threw some cash on your hoe
I just walked in the store and bought Comme des Garçons
Damn, I think it's getting cold
Designer coats on these designer coats
Designer clothes on these designer clothes
Designer hoes on these designer hoes
Yes, I'm smoking designer dope
I just seen my homegirl rock out a show
I just had my main bitch in the moshpit, bro
And now I'm in the spot, geeked up, drinking apple juice
I got a bad ass bitch with a attitude
If she wanna pull up, I send her my latitude
Bitch, I'm going big on big, check my magnitude
Bitch, no, you cannot have my kids, what is wrong with you?
Ok, my diamonds, they sit on white gold
Ok, I just went and did my bitch toes
Ok, I will never fold on my bros
Ok, I think I'm addicted to clothes
I'm in the [?] and I'm fucking with K
I'm with the gang, lil bitch, say "On gang"
I got blue hundreds, I don't got change
I'm addicted to money, ain't going insane
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang
Yeah, yeah, on gang