[Intro]
Psh, yeah, psh, beep
That's on God
Beep, buh, buh, buh, buh

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those (Whoa)
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n***a (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a n***a (No)
They got me trying all these clothes (Whoa)
They got me trying all these clothes (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
Tryna play a n***a close
Tryna play a n***a close (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n***a (No, what?)
I don't give a fuck, ain't tryna impress a n***a (No, yeah, no)
Chopper on the dresser, n***a (Chopper)
Tatted like a Mexican, n***a
Yeah, my plug, he a Mexican n***a
Man, I wonder how I met that n***a
Young n***a, you don't want the n***a
I was brought up with some killers, n***a
On some fashion shit, yeah, my Glock smash a n***a (Fashion)
It's a movie clip, lights, camera, action, n***a (Yeah)
Been in love with the trap, n***a (What?)
I've been in love with the rap, n***a (Yeah)
[Interlude]
I—uh, uh (No)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lights, camera, action, shit (No, no)
Close that door

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n***a (Yeah)
I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a n***a
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
Tryna play a n***a close
Tryna play a n***a close (No)

[Verse 2]
Uh, ooh, lights, camera, action shit, ooh
I said I had to fuck the whole clique, uh, uh
Because my girl brung her girlfriends, uh, uh, uh
Carti, yeah, he do that shit, uh, uh
Lately I've been really chillin', uh, uh
Plottin' in my mansion, plottin' on a million
That's another million, add another million (Add another million)
Diamonds on me dancin', diamonds on me spinning (Diamonds on me spinning)
N***as like to bite, I don't even write
Like my lean with Sprite, like my lean with ice
Ooh, I like my ho look light, like my ho look tight
Get it right, uh, 'cause I'm real right
[Interlude]
And that's on gang (That's on gang 'cause I'm real right)
(Like my ho look real light)
Piru (Real light)
(That's on gang, whoa)
Beep

[Chorus]
I woke up in the morning and I said I need one of those
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
I swear to God, I'll never wear a dress, n***a (No)
I don't give a fuck, I don't impress a n***a
They got me trying all these clothes
They got me trying all these clothes
Tryna play a n***a close, uh, uh
Tryna play a n***a close

[Outro]
And that's on God
And that's on God
Lights, camera, action shit
Tryna play a n***a close
And that's on gang
And that's on gang
Pi'erre, you a fool