[Intro]
Huh, huh, huh (Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on)
Yeah, yeah (Haha, what the f—?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Oh, it's Holiday Season—)
Huh, huh, huh (Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on)
Yeah, yeah (Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh (We workin', you're watchin')

[Chorus]
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh (Holiday Season, ayy)
Fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary 'causе I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yеsterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best

[Verse]
Boy, you need to make somethin' happen, the paper ain't makin' itself
I got some bad ass habits, but I'm gettin' fat ass checks, huh
"ian, you're cashin' out," bitch, we done established that
No, we is not friends at all, soon as I get to that bag, I'm out
Huh, who was you laughin' at? Huh, and who is it laughin' now?
Huh, how can I go back to that? Fuck it, I'm movin' past it all
Uh, I ain't drivin' your average car, buddy, this is an Aston Martin
Damn, I'on feel like I'm askin' much, baby, I need you to hear me, uh
Finna chase this bag so hard, might fuck around, pull my hammy
I'm finna hold my head up high, but how long can I manage?
Uh, and I'ma keep prayin' to God, 'cause I got nothin' else
Uh, I'm hopin' you stayin' the night, 'cause we got somethin' special
[Chorus]
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A's on, huh
I'm gon' maintain it, I can't make no friends, none, huh
I'm Usain runnin', way I chase the bag down
Shit, I'm flyin' towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh
Fa-fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, 'cause I feel like something wrong but don't know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin', but we both know what's best