[Chorus: Q Money]
Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive
Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions
Don't call my phone lil n***a, unless you talkin' them chickens
I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket
I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket
Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it
These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings
I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket

[Verse 1: Q Money]
Makin' cake, I can't hesitate, no time for mistakes
Ain't no breaks, I can't go on dates, fuck her then I skate
What I ate, lobster with the steak, that's my feng shui
Please don't hate, tryna motivate, I just wan' be great
I got swag, I cannot complain, look how far a n***a came
It feel just like yesterday I was trappin' out the section eight
Now a young n***a done switched his lane
I'm tryna buy some real estate
Please get the fuck out my face
N***a all you do is hate (bitch)
You's a hater, n***a you's a hater
I'm tryna get a mansion and I want a hundred acres
I don't want no neighbors, can't keep doing favors
Shawty want me to save her, but I cannot save her
[Chorus: Q Money]
Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive
Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions
Don't call my phone lil n***a, unless you talkin' them chickens
I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket
I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket
Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it
These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings
I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I need a whole ticket, I need like four bitches
I got one AP on, shit cost like four chickens, yeah
Don't fuck with gold diggin' little bitchs
I spent a pole on some extensions
All of my bros stay in the kitchen
Most of my bros good with the whippin'
Whole trolls in the lobby
I put that rose gold on her neck, she say it froze up her lil body
I got like five hoes tryna sex but I chose one 'cause she got sloppy, yeah
Bankroll on me sloppy, yeah
Pour some paint on her body, yeah, yeah, uh
Ayy Cartier my lenses, six K, I see clearly
I got one hell vision, I am one hell of a business man
I been tryna get it man, I been on my pivot
I been flyer than these n***as since the beginning, yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Q Money]
Carti on my lenses, baby my vision expensive
Ain't got time for these women, I'm tryna get me some millions
Don't call my phone lil n***a, unless you talkin' them chickens
I want a whole ticket, please bring me a whole ticket
I walk in in Givenchy, I look like a whole ticket
Was down bad on my last, I had no choice but go get it
These bitches gold diggin', I ain't got no feelings
I'm on a whole mission, I need a whole ticket

[Outro: YFN Lucci]
I need me a whole ticket
Look like a whole ticket, yeah, huh-huh-huh
My wrist here cost four chickens, yeah
Yeah, uhh