[Intro: YFN Lucci]
Is that [?]
And I sold more Coke and Coca-Cola

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
Light on my toe, hold on these hoe
Still pourin' 6's and 4's, I'm gettin' throat
Still havin' bitches in every area code
I know the street dirty, but not more than my soda
We done sold more Coke than Coca-Cola
Playin' with that white girl, I'm all on 'em
Don't be talkin' like you want smoke, we'll roll you
You better know we pushin' up, n***a, no stroller

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
And I stay with two pole, like I'm bipolar
The only time I ever fall is in October
Might fuck around and hit it raw, when I'm not sober
I'm just tryna get that jaw, beforе I been over
Ain't gon' lie all thesе diamonds on Minnesota
Money threw it down, we was up in spoken
How the fuck you got robbed? And you had your toaster
Look, I'm just bein' me, I ain't never been a broke boy
Hunnid' in my jeans, I'ma spend it on a fort boy
I went Louis V' the hoes, weak I'ma dope boy
I ain't want no Dragon Ball Z, I want a Rolls-Royce
I'm just bein' me, I ain't never been a broke boy
Hunnid' in my jeans, I'ma spend it on a fort boy
I went Louis V' the hoes, weak I'ma dope boy
I ain't want no Dragon Ball Z, I want a Rolls-Royce
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
Light on my toe, hold on these hoe
Still pourin' 6's and 4's, I'm gettin' throat
Still havin' bitches in every area code
I know the street dirty, but not more than my soda
We done sold more Coke than Coca-Cola
Playin' with that white girl, I'm all on 'em
Don't be talkin' like you want smoke, we'll roll you
You better know we pushin' up, n***a, no stroller

[Verse 2: BigDawg Money]
Ayy, real n***a, bitch, I'm wanted though
I come from the jungle, no roots, so anything go
We was on the block with a dream, just like the movie blow
Always had a way to go get it, I'm talkin' hustle flow
Rose from the bottom, and still tryna go up some mo'
I be with them n***as outside, who tryna take a soul
Allergic to that broke shit, addicted to the bankroll
[?] AP, two-tone, rose gold
See I know how the gang go, grindin' and get mo'
[?] can't get his life up for you, and be in the same boat
You know I ain't lie, ain't money gon' do a thing
Real good big body, takin' two lames
The way I keep my gang'll blow a young bitch brain
Five thousand bubble coat, Louis and a planes
See that shit hurt, these n***as feelin' when they can't hang
Then they go to hang, man that shit be insane
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
Light on my toe, hold on these hoe
Still pourin' 6's and 4's, I'm gettin' throat
Still havin' bitches in every area code
I know the street dirty, but not more than my soda
We done sold more Coke than Coca-Cola
Playin' with that white girl, I'm all on 'em
Don't be talkin' like you want smoke, we'll roll you
You better know we pushin' up, n***a, no stroller