[Intro: Lucki]
Ayy (That boy Jdolla go crazy)
BrentRambo (Ayy)

[Chorus: Lucki]
They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
N***as be fans and chasin' pussy and I don't even want the bitch at my show
And I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score

[Verse 1: Lucki]
She really know me, so she gon' push me, hide your buzzin' from the O
300K, two months off merch, I don't even wear it but love the fans
I'm gettin' mature, so I'm bored of the percs, still don't care 'cause I love the xan
Playin' out G, you makin' it worse, you'll let 'em know if you love your mans
Drivin' a Urus on Florida sand, never thought I'd get bored of red
I miss Quagen, taste like Act', miss my brother, I hate the 'Raq
Cut a ho off, no takin' her back, been savin' up, miss makin' it back
Told my lil' brother, "No fakin' for rap," cash out my mother, she makin' me mad
Told my lil' bitch, "Ain't no fakin' for rap" buy her percs, her name in the rap
AMG, Neptune, name is attached
4MATIC coupe with the name on the back
Why I sleepin' and the lil' boy rich? Just fell asleep on a lil' boy's bitch
She in Chanel so I guess it's real, she don't tell, then the internet will
Fans get mad when they see that's drank, I get mad when I last ever spilled
I'm like Flocka, I'm hard in the paint, just put the style on wherever i rank
Finna get mill' and it ain't no splits, I'ma go home and buy us a tank
She gon' do whatever, but she ain't my bitch, just left Cali' so I'm numb to the fake
[Chorus: Lucki]
They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
N***as be fans and chasin' pussy and I don't even want the bitch at my show
And I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score (Ayy, ayy)
They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
N***as be fans and chasin' pussy and I don't even want the bitch at my show
And I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Lucki]
I don't even fuck with most my family, it's blue tips in my FN
Two-fifty if they wanna book me, I don't even care to show my face
I got fat off pourin' fives
(Young Neptune, space cadet)
I don't even fuck with most my family, it's blue tips in my FN
Two-fifty if they wanna book me, I don't even care to show my face
I got fat off pourin' fives, I got rich off writin' hooks
Smart as hell, but I don't read books
My bitch thick and love to cook
I'm in the back just filled with crooks
Straight teeth but lifestyle crooked
Buy you some four pints, should've took it
I'm worth more, you want my advice
Emerald diamonds sit like rice
Wholesome show, they think I'm nice
I give my last to someone on the street
Whilst my hoes, they think I'm cheap
Shouldn't have to pay 'cause i wanna creep
I went bought every house in my street
Yes, I bang with only Crete
Model hoes wanna paint my feet
After they done, drink my skeet
I turn her up with Tito's and X
I'm too geeked, I can't have sex
Ran up a thirty, didn't have rest
She can't sleep over, 'cause I don't sleep ever
My dawg locked up raw, don't [?]
Bro got killed and the car got faked
I'm too rich to ride in the straight
She want me to scoop but i think that's bait
How many millionaires do you know?
I'm in the 6ix just for the snow
I slid a band, slow through the road
I had to show a bitch where she could go
Thinkin' it's sweet, I'ma cancel her membership
They know my mama at all of these dealerships
I trade it in every year for the newer whip
[Chorus: Lucki]
(Ayy, ayy)
They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
N***as be fans and chasin' pussy and I don't even want the bitch at my show
And I'ma learn just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score (Ayy, ayy)

[Outro: Lucki]
They got 30K and wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
We in New York, get twenty more
Young Neptune, space cadet