(Chorus)
I'll dress it up and make it perfect
I'll take a double cup and make it dirty
When I woke up, I went and blew a thirty
In a Lamborghini i’m swerving (swerve)
Bitch too bad, she might make ya nervous (nervous)
Backseat 23’ Cadillac truck, got tired of those suburbans
I got old money over sixty (sixty)
All my old hoes say they miss me (miss me)
I got codeine on my lip, yeah I take a styrofoam cup and I kiss it (kiss it)

(Verse 1)
I got a F.N. on my hip and it’s the seven number after fifty (fifty)
Yeah, that’s a .57, ( that’s a .57)
And i’m high as ever (and i’m high as evеr)
Close ya eyes baby (Closе ya eyes baby) Show me why baby, show my why I should spend all this cash on you
Show me why I should throw a whole bag on you
Show me why I should pop all the tags on you
Show me why show me shy
Show me why show me shy
Show me why show me shy
Tell me why I should ever trust a n***a, he a snitch I see it in his eyes
He a snitch he talking through a wire
Jumping ship, I call it suicide
Show me why I should ever trust a bitch, she gon switch I see it in ha eyes
Still her pull up meet me in the lobby, cuz her head and her pussy fire
All day in my life caught a vibe
Hotter than a stove top, yeah i’m fried
(Chorus)
I'll dress it up and make it perfect
I'll take a double cup and make it dirty
When I woke up, I went and blew a thirty
In a Lamborghini i’m swerving (swerve)
Bitch too bad, she might make ya nervous (nervous)
Backseat 23’ Cadillac truck, got tired of those suburbans
I got old money over sixty (sixty)
All my old hoes say they miss me (miss me)
I got codeine on my lip, yeah I take a styrofoam cup and I kiss it (kiss it)

(Verse 2)
I rock Rick Owens and Balenci, I do Celine and Givenchy
In my book bag keep a semi, In my book bag keep a .50
Talking about fifty thousand, talking about hundred thousand
Talking about a hundred thou’, Talking about a million dollars let go
I rock all white diamonds they go, I got some pointer chains they choke
I got a whole lotta freak hoes, I got a whole lotta designer clothes
I take the codeine and I pour straight outta space yeah here we go
I spent seven bands on a coat, rocking wedding bands i’m not married though
I know they gon change, yeah that’s how that go
I’ma stay the same n***a yeah for sure
I just got a ranger rover, tell her get behind I ain’t pulling over

(Chorus)
I'll dress it up and make it perfect
I'll take a double cup and make it dirty
When I woke up, I went and blew a thirty
In a Lamborghini i’m swerving (swerve)
Bitch too bad, she might make ya nervous (nervous)
Backseat 23’ Cadillac truck, got tired of those suburbans
I got old money over sixty (sixty)
All my old hoes say they miss me (miss me)
I got codeine on my lip, yeah I take a styrofoam cup and I kiss it (kiss it)
I got a F.N. on my hip and it’s the seven number after fifty (fifty)
Yeah, that’s a .57, ( that’s a .57)
And i’m high as ever (and i’m high as ever)
Huh, and im high as ever