[Intro]
One time for Pablo
Ay, yah, ay, yah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank
All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank
All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank
N***a fuck what you rep bitch it's sail or sink
30 diamonds on my neck like a fish tank
I ain't eat that bitch pussy cause that shit stink
I ain't got no accuracy but my shooter do
Put that smoke to your mouth like the hookah do
And my gang small, we fit inside a hoola hoop
After I fuck I pass her up like an alley-oop
N***as tryna get an endorsement boy that's like 25 on a good day
Bitches thinkin they a barbie doll but in real life they like Child's Play
Just cashed out on a new Benz, got the 5 Series, that's a good look
N***a tried to make a diss song but nobody heard it cause that shit suck
Got a Gucci T I only wore once
Finna turn around and call these bitches cunts
Got a new bitch she a real model and she slim and black like a rolled blunt
Got 100 n***as back home and they all waitin' on me, gon' do somethin'
I mean wait on me to go pull somethin'
I been said it like I knew somethin'
Lil Boat (bitch)
[Hook: Pablo Skywalkin]
If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him
These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em
Ima shit on these n***as, make a mess on 'em
All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em
If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him
If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

[Verse 2: Pablo Skywalkin]
White girl tryna smoke me one
With a choosin bitch, and I'm the chosen one
Give y'all n***as the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one
All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don't know what color let me open one
Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it's that over ton
That's no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie
I'm high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL
With a model bitch, and she shy as hell
She don't speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep
If you don't work, you don't eat
N***as starving like Marvin, see more green n***a then it's sparking
Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin
If the blunt rolled, then I spark it
Yeah that shit rolled, then I spark it
My bitch mad cause I'm high again, her legs spread and I'm diving in
No peek-a-boo
Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I'm peeking through
[Hook: Pablo Skywalkin]
If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him
These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em
Ima shit on these n***as, make a mess on 'em
All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em
If I don't like that n***a, I'm gone flex on him
If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em