[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(EVILGIANE)
(Surf Gang, bitch)
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
BABYXSOSA in this mothafucka (Surf)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Rick Ross]
Uh, ride in the Maybach and no, I'm not Ross (Huh, yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (Yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large (Livin' it large)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I was born like this, I can not fall
I been like this, I'm not like y'all (I been like this, I'm not like y'all)
I can't go to the mall, I'm bigger than the mall (I can't go to the mall, I'm bigger than the mall)
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad (Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad)
Put a bag on the bitch, they killed 'em in choir (Put a bag on the bitch, they chillin' in the garage)
Got my n***as outside, waitin' in the car (All my n***as outside, they waitin' in the car)
Yeah, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad (Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad)
Homixide, Homixide, yeah
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad

[Interlude]
Put a bag on the bitch (A bag on the bitch)
A bag on the broad (A bag on the broad)

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad
Put a bag on the bitch, put a bag on the broad

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, ride in the Maybach and no, I'm not Ross (Yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (Yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large (Livin' it large)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large (Yeah)
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I'm too hitta, that girl groove to my hits (Hitta, hitta, hitta)
I'm too hip, that girl groove to my hits (Hitta, hitta, hitta)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip (My hip)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip (My hip)
Ain't why I trill, shit on site, with them stills (What?)
Do a love site, login, www.imnothinlikeyourman.com
Uh, uh (What?), slash com (What?)
All the critics of all time (What?)
They must have forgot like it's Alzheimer's (Yeah)
Old timers, all kinda comments in my state of farm (What?)
Then shake some dollars
It'll break your heart, I won't make a promise
I'm too hip, that girl groove to my hits (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm too legit, that tool glued to my hip (Yeah, yeah)
Move your hips, don't kiss and tell
Move your lips, who you know do it like this? (What?)
Uncle Luke, 2-Live Clique, my hood sound like Jula 6
All about that mula, bitch, that mula, bitch
Still with the shits and it's on sight with them when we see 'em (When we see 'em)
And it's on sight with them when we see 'em (When we see 'em)
When we see 'em (See 'em)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, ride in the Maybach and no, I'm not Ross (Flacko, yeah, yeah)
I just told Sosa that she is the boss (Ah, yeah)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large (Life and we livin' it large)
We livin' our life and we livin' it large