[Intro: Jamie Foxx]
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I get dressed to match my car, let me set the tone
When the money comin' fast, gotta sip it slow
Make the baddie chop chop like the Hippodrome
Yo Pi'erre, I'm outside in London, gripping chrome
Go legendary, then I put my young n***as on
Yellow canary, the rollie on Simpson
Ready, I’m ready, I'm standing on ten toes

[Verse 1: Len]
Ayy, hold on, hold on
Yeah this far from cheap, it's a car on my neck, huh
I do this no sleep, no protein bars, just cigarettes, huh
“Yeah he’s kinda cute, but he's still far from a Len”
That mink coat, minimum 10
French hoes, talking 'bout "Wesh wesh wesh"
I got two twins up in my room, I feel like Johnny Test
I swear that shit was drippin’, wiped his nose, I got me a runny set
Big bag, hotel room tall

[Verse 2: YT]
I got ones in Montreal
I got jawns that you don't know, and I got famous tings on dial
Wait, hold up, watch this money spread so long, it's like The Nile
Just tipped in from Cairo, yeah she always in denial
I've got twenties, tens and pinks all stacked in different colour piles
Said she like my swag, she like my clothes, she like my style
Said she like my skin, she like my bread, she like my smile
She asked where I been, 'coz she ain't seen me in a while
Shows in different countries, I been running up her mouth
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I get dressed to match my car, let me set the tone
When the money comin' fast, gotta sip it slow
Make the baddie chop chop like the Hippodrome
Yo Pi'erre, I'm outside in London, gripping chrome
Go legendary, then I put my young n***as on
Yellow canary, the rollie on Simpson
Ready, I’m ready, I'm standing on ten toes

[Verse 3: Fimiguerrero]
Let's go, let's go
I can set the tone
Backdoor vacation, I send money through my phone
Bad, from Sierra Leone, wanna get my bone
I ain't got no heart but Chrome, but still I make her moan
Yes, I make her choke, when she's in her diamond choker
[?] my folks, they seen I play with cards like poker
Eat me up like oats, I break her back like fuck me, oats

[Verse 4: Lancey Foux]
No I ain't her man, oh but I tell her she Hermosa
Came in with my gang, we in Milan, it's Cosa Nostra
I've been trappin' worldwide, I secure the globe
Hit him in his head and hands, cook him like samosa
Cookin' like a baker man, I secure the dough
Soon as she give me the green light, then I'm good to go
Soon as she give me the Bentley key, I'm lockin' off the road
Money and sex is coming full speed, your love's slo-mo
Need a baddie with some XP and need a train to go
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I get dressed to match my car, let me set the tone
When the money comin' fast, gotta sip it slow
Make the baddie chop chop like the Hippodrome
Yo Pi'erre, I'm outside in London, gripping chrome
Go legendary, then I put my young n***as on
Yellow canary, the rollie on Simpson
Ready, I’m ready, I'm standing on ten toes