[Intro]
Lord, ayy

[Verse 1]
BOP to DOC, stood on ten, I'm free, OG
Guarantee if he know me, then he been shoppin', COD
In the city, be low-key, but act a fool when I'm OT
If it ain't a bad bitch, I got that tooly on my seat
With that Gucci on my feet, with that Lucci on repeat
Valet bring me the keys, got them groupies on the Jeep
Put your coochie on my teeth, only if you're brown-skinned
And knowin' how to run hoes, all fours when I'm in her
Haha, ain't no cap, jit, I got it
Anything I talk on this rap shit, I'm 'bout it
Catch me in the trap, I got that black stick beside me
Go to run off in this bitch up outta sight, get you bodied
Pull up to the party right on Whiting in robotics, ayy
Hundred in my pocket, rubber band it, double-knot it, yo
Graduate to commas, huh, summa cum laude
But I'm tryna run it up and, huh, cop a Bugatti
I been flexin' and finessin' y'all, Scotty 2 Hotty
N***a baller blockin' 'causе his bitch call me papi
Ain't my fault you doin' bad and your drip lookin' sloppy
N***a, play the game, do your thing 'causе they watchin'
No direct deposit, bitch, I got it off narcotics
Rubber bandin' dirty dollars, fill the safe up like a wallet
Pressure came and I was solid and I'm still on ten
All this money floatin' 'round, I'm gon' reel on in, bitch n***a
[Interlude]
Yeah
Haha, yeah
I'm too swift, all I do is shift
Put jet miles on these motherfuckin' rental cars
Ain't made no rap money, but, bitch, I been a star
I'm really like that, n***a, this shit verified, n***a
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Where them aw yeahs at? I'm lookin' for 'em
Where the china man at? I'm lookin' for him
Where them 448s? I'm lookin' foreign
Thousand-eight, thirty-six, I'm lookin' for 'em
Tell a n***a rich soon I fell off in this bitch (Yeah)
Kilo on my neck, big-ass bezel on my wrist (Shine)
They say it's levels to this shit (It is), and a n***a too advanced (For real)
Told the bitch to lose her pants, don't forget to use your hands
You know Breeze a Superman, his bro the same thing
Been fuckin' hoes and bringin' pressure since I left the chain gang
Forgiato change lanes, I can't do the plain jane
Dropped a bag and told the jeweler make my shit go bling-bling
Audemars Piguet, huh, water on my neck, hey
Jit, you on the block, huh? I be on a jet, n***a
US 1975, I forward 'bout that check
I cop designer, book her flights, that's just to keep that pussy wet
You see me fuckin' up the kitchen, hit that bitch and make a mess
If you can't buy them bitches, ho, don't hit my phone, don't waste your breath
Giuseppe clean, that's on my feet, leave residue, I take a step
Whole hundred, nothin' less, last real n***a left
Dead