[Intro]
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

[Chorus]
Huh, I’m 'boutta hop on a jet
'Cause I got packs on me
Shawty got packs on her
She look like Selena
She like CELINE (Hold up, CELINE)
I’m fuckin' this bitch all the time
She say I'm all in her dreams (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all in her dreams
I'm a drug fiend
And I been poppin' this shit since high school (Poppin' this shit since high school, hold up)
And I been poppin' this shit since high school (And I been poppin’ this shit since high school)
And I been poppin’ this shit since high school (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
One-fifty, two hundred (Yeah)
Two-fifty, three hundred (Yeah)
Four-fifty (Ah), five hundred, uh, uh
Five-fifty, six hundred, huh, uh (Blick, blick)
I'ma take the bitch out, yeah
Yeah, my n***as got cash, hold up
All of my n***as got bags, make ’em spеnd them racks, hold up
I ain't been to Saks in a minute
Hol' up, me and my n***as got cash, wе be spendin'
Hol’ up, all this ice on my neck gon' make 'em throw up, he gon' pass out
All these hoes on my dick, they suckin' my dick 'til she pass out
We don't give a fuck 'bout shit young n***a, got smoke? We gon' air it out
Yeah, hold up, yeah, shawty gon' air it out
We don't give a fuck 'bout a bih'
N***a gon' hit in the street
N***a get hit with the dick, with the meat
N***a get hit, yeah, n***a get hit with a motherfuckin' blick
N***a get hit, yeah
I'm gon' kill these bitches right dead in the sheet
N***a get hit, yeah
Pussy-ass n***a wanna be like me, hold up
Speak guapanese, this Chinese, hold up
Shawty wanna fuck on me, she tryna try me up
I'm gonna fuck up the buildin'
I'm 'bout to get on the j—
[Chorus]
Huh, I'm 'boutta hop on a jet
'Cause I got packs on me
Shawty got packs on her
She look like Selena
She like CELINE (Hold up, CELINE)
I'm fuckin' this bitch all the time
She say I'm all in her dreams (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all in her dreams
I'm a drug fiend
And I been poppin' this shit since high school (Poppin' this shit since high school, hold up)
And I been poppin' this shit since high school (And I been poppin' this shit since high school)
And I been poppin' this shit since high school

[Verse 2]
Too much on me, too much diamonds
Cash money, big tummy
Cop Hermes, big money
We got racks, these real racks
My real flag, throw it up, yeah
I can't lack, we can't lack
In the Mack, yeah, keep a MAC
Keep a MAC, keep a MAC
No internet, fuck the check
We gon' hit 'em, we don't miss
Arm and leg, fuck these hoes, we count cash
All of my boys gon' eat, yeah
All of my n***as get geeked, yeah
All of these hoes they weak, hold up
Shawty get fucked to sleep, hold up
All of these n***as is peep, uh
All this swag, R.I.P. Peep, he had the swag
Uh, we are not playin' around all these sticks, we not playin'
When I pull up with that stick these n***as start prayin'
Fuck what you sayin', lil' n***a, uh, my n***as not playin', lil' n***a
Pull up
[Chorus]
Huh, I'm 'boutta hop on a jet
'Cause I got packs on me
Shawty got packs on her
She look like Selena
She like CELINE (Hold up, CELINE)
I'm fuckin' this bitch all the time
She say I'm all in her dreams (Yeah, yeah)
I'm all in her dreams
I'm a drug fiend
And I been poppin' this shit since high school (Poppin' this shit since high school, hold up)
And I been poppin' this shit since high school (And I been poppin' this shit since high school)
And I been poppin' this shit since high school