[Intro]
(Ron-Ron do that shit)

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Spillin' syrup on my pants, I think I need sleep
Clearly I'm a sly n***a, he ain't seen me
Givenchy shirt cost me a grip with this a white tee
Too much drink in my system, I need a IV
I got game, I'm shootin' n***as like I'm Spike Lee
It's crazy how n***as don't like me but like my type beats
An ounce of Cookies I'm smokin', I need some more Leafs
Lean junkie, I'm pourin', I only want cream

[Verse: R3 Da Chilliman]
Drive the Wraith like a Trackhawk, I got road rage
Just got money, but I'm on my grind, so I want more pape'
These n***as pockets got no dollars why they watchin' me
Stars on the roof, big chain, I'm in it countin' G's
I took his bitch, can't get her back, I got lots of dough
I'm in the trap teachin' lessons, what you wanna know?
I don't pay his chain no attention, It don't wеigh nothin'
N***as see we got tension, but don't say nothin'
She wanna go on shoppin' sprees, tryna pеnny pinch her
N***as tellin' fairy tales, I really live this shit
Her ass fat, I bossed her up 'cause she bad enough
I'm countin' money, n***as mad 'cause they ain't had enough
Gucci bucket hat, the shoes say Gucci too
Heavy blowers, heavy Cubans when we pushin' through
Cover your eyes, my jewelry dance and it's a light show
The Drac' sittin' on my lap 'cause it's a micro
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Spillin' syrup on my pants, I think I need sleep
Clearly I'm a sly n***a, he ain't seen me
Givenchy shirt cost me a grip with this a white tee
Too much drink in my system, I need a IV
I got game, I'm shootin' n***as like I'm Spike Lee
It's crazy how n***as don't like me but like my type beats
An ounce of Cookies I'm smokin', I need some more Leafs
Lean junkie, I'm pourin', I only want cream