[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
It's a micro in the bag, put a drum on it
What's that on your wrist and my neck? It's a hundiddy
Let n***a blink, if he flex I'ma call Pippy
Hit him in the back with the chop, make him call Ricky
(Ron Ron, load it up, Ron Ron, load it up)
My Nina Ross profilin'
And she gon' love you long time
Roll bounce on my neck but I want more diamonds
I could fuck the streets up without a co sign
I came in the function burnt out holdin' two letters
It's a Dior shirt but my shoes better
First off, I get money I'm Mohammed
If he reach, I'ma shoot him in his face like Bin Laden
Sticks in the car, finna strip a n***a proper
He gon' do a windmill when I hit him with this chopper
I ain't finna play with no kid, we ain't potty trained
My young n***a jumped out the car, he forgot his brain
It's enough shells here to fill up the coliseum
Chopsticks, n***a, mop sticks, yeah, mama mia
Shit, my shooter got his peter out
We be at the club doggin' hoes you n***as dream about
I'm off ten pills, but a opp, I can see him fine
He broke, he ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', I can read his mind
N***a, what we even doin' here?
I'll blow his brains out and hang it up for souvenirs
These hoes too conniving
Water on my neck, I just went scuba divin'
Shit, and no, you can't have a ride, bitch
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Do what I say, she did Simon
Sticks in the car, I'm Bin Laden (Shit)
And no, you can't have a ride, bitch
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?
Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch?
Who am I, bitch?
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?

[Verse 2: Desto Dubb]
She look at my pinky ring, the bitch start to cry
I think ten thousand up in strip about to die
He could be the good guy, I'd rather be the bad guy
Only n***a up in court with a Balenciaga tie
Pinocchio, bitch, my bag grow when I lie
I got thousand dollar lines, n***a, and I ain't lie
I'm just tryna get the top, you can keep the apple pie
I'm a big goat, n***a, you is just a small fry
Never been a smart guy, always been a tough guy
I was flyin' first class, she was doin' standby
I got two chains on but they cost 'bout five
I'm in a seven series Beamer when a n***a drive by

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Do what I say, she did Simon
Sticks in the car, I'm Bin Laden (Shit)
And no, you can't have a ride, bitch
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?
Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch?
Who am I, bitch?
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?
[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
I tell her bye, bitch (What?)
I gotta Patek on my left, the right a Rollie wrist
These n***as broker than a bitch, I gotta pop shit
I bought her Burger King, I think she wanted Ruth Chris
Strong money, boy, your check like a toothpick
You ain't real, got a pocket full of counterfeit
My bitches, they nasty, Bottega, she classy
Heard she got her own bag, she don't even ask me (Rich)

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Do what I say, she did Simon
Sticks in the car, I'm Bin Laden (Shit)
And no, you can't have a ride, bitch
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?
Who am I, bitch? Who am I, bitch?
Who am I, bitch?
Ten chains on my neck, heard who am I, bitch?