[Intro]
SKY

[Chorus: Yeat]
No, you ain't ready, yeah, you ain't prepared
Yeah, yeah, life ain't shit, nah, life ain't fair, uh
I don't know what happened, yeah, and I definitely don't care
Yeah, my bitch ass fat, yeah, shape like a pear
Yeah, my pockets swollen, yeah, money tall as God
You let the drugs get to you, yeah, you don't know who you are
My twizz so awkward, we gotta look around make sure we straight
She play hopscotch, jumpin' on my dick, said it feel great
I had to boss up, had to go and fill my plate
I had to buy some' when I'm in the mall 'cause I ain't no jake

[Hook: Yeat]
What would you do for a hundred? (Woah)
What would you do for a ten? (What? Yeah)
What would you do for some money? (What?)
What would you do for you twin? (Oh)
What would you do for a hundred? (Woah)
What would you do for a ten? (What? Yeah)
What would you do for some money? (What?)
What would you do for your twin? (Oh)
I feel like I keep on runnin' circles 'round this bitch (Woah, woah)
You keep sayin' that you been touchin' money, we both know it don't exist
[Chorus: Yeat]
No, you ain't ready, yeah, you ain't prepared
Yeah, yeah, life ain't shit, nah, life ain't fair, uh
I don't know what happened, yeah, and I definitely don't care
Yeah, my bitch ass fat, yeah

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a god (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)
Fuck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet shit" (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a n***a keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that n***a kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I'm going in

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
I don't understand why they don't understand why they not hot as me
I can switch it up in the blink of an eye, so you can't copy me
See, I could talk about, um, this or that, but what the topic be?
Got the bad bitch that know life is good, so she my odyssey
Wings on top of the motherfucking D, pull up in some big, big shit, not a lease
Double C, Chanel on my feet, you don't know what's really up under my seat
Oversize plain Balmain my tee, bad bitch pullin' up ridin' the Jeep
She got her friend in the passenger seat, I fuck both of them off, my G
[Chorus: Yeat]
No, you ain't ready, yeah, you ain't prepared
Yeah, yeah, life ain't shit, nah, life ain't fair, uh
I don't know what happened, yeah, and I definitely don't care
Yeah, my bitch ass fat, yeah, shape like a pear
Yeah, my pockets swollen, yeah, money tall as God
You let the drugs get to you, yeah, you don't know who you are
My twizz so awkward, we gotta look around make sure we straight
She play hopscotch, jumpin' on my dick, said it feel great
I had to boss up, had to go and fill my plate
I had to buy some' when I'm in the mall 'cause I ain't no jake

[Hook: Yeat]
What would you do for a hundred? (Woah)
What would you do for a ten? (What? Yeah)
What would you do for some money? (What?)
What would you do for you twin? (Oh)
What would you do for a hundred? (Woah)
What would you do for a ten? (What? Yeah)
What would you do for some money? (What?)
What would you do for your twin? (Oh)
I feel like I keep on runnin' circles 'round this bitch (Woah, woah)
You keep sayin' that you been touchin' money, we both know it don't exist