[Part 1: Tables]

[Intro]
(Ayy, Woods, light that shit up)
(SethInTheKitchen)
(Ronny J, what's up, n***a?)

[Verse]
Golden, I got n***as that'll do something to ya
Holdin', she holdin' on to my love, love
It's funny how the tables turn
It's funny how these bridges burn
Late night creepin', late night creep
I had to realize these n***as ain't nothing like me
Thanking God for these racks 'fore I go to sleep
Why that n***a falling off, he ain't 'bout his business
If I book this BnB, I'ma put your main ho in it
And the boy can't flex like me, that n***a ain't 'bout his fitness
Ayy, she complaining all the time, she hate the way I'm living
I got tunnel vision, I only got one mission
Why you wanna waste my time? Bitch, get out my mеntions
We're gonna be alright long as you keep your distancе
Baby, you look puzzled, I'm not the one you missing
Me and that n***a ain't even in the same division
Put that shit on, when I hit the 'Gram, I go viral (Go viral)
I feel like I can't trust nobody, I can't lie to you
When them n***as see that you going up, they gon' wanna try you
I can't be nobody but myself, n***a, I don't really like you
Hey, I don't really like you
"Do you like getting money?" Baby, is the sky blue?
I just spent two bands on this fucking Rick coat
I'm not tryna brag, I just had to let you know
It's not a game, it's not a game (Woo)
[Part 2: MOTY]

[Intro]
(Zetra)

[Verse]
I gotta handle my business
I gotta go to the dentist, I went and hit Alex to handle my dentures
You n***as never had shit on me, you n***as going out sad like bitches
I got this shit in my kidneys
You n***as fake, I ain't with it
I just been making it happen, you n***as been capping a lot like Fitted
And shoutout to my n***as trapping, them n***as been getting it off of the griddy
Why you so goddamn loud? A n***a can't even take you serious
Big boy money, I'm serious, I'm tryna rack up and cop me a Urus
Fuck all you n***as, I'm serious, block out the hate like I got no ears
Faygo the man of the year, look how he stand over all of his peers, n***a
You can't have no fear, n***a
Can't be scared out here, n***a
Been getting so much money, might put karats in my ear, n***a
Shooter got Tommys, no Hilfiger
And shoutout to my real n***as
Talking 'bout steel n***as, for me, they gon' kill n***as
I been in the deep, feel like I ain't gotta tell n***as for real
Summer's over, now it's cold
[Part 3]

[Verse 1]
Summer's over, now it's cold, I been losing my control
In a whole different zone, what's really going on?
What he really up to? I don't have no clue
N***as watching my moves, bitch better get in tune
Yeah, do what I do, they know what I does
Uh, I got the magical touch, Midas, all of my opps dust
I cannot hype this shit up, this just the process, trust
I'm with the gang, it's up, send shots at them, they bluff
Don't know how you hate and how you envy
I been getting it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Yeah, question marks like something's missing
Been flexing, no fitness

[Interlude]
Yeah, bitch, yeah
Hahaha, I'm finna bring it back in

[Verse 2]
Two different visas, Jesus watching me
Gotta watch out for the skeezers, demons all on me
Yeah, fuck all the teachers that ain't believe in me
Now my features is three X your whole salary
Come through, black Rick Owens like it was a tragedy
Yeah, black Rick Owens boots, how can you step on me?
Dress assassin but come in with that fucking melody, yeah
Pushing 'til that fucking tank on E