[Intro: SAINt JHN]
(Never wanna never tell you a lie)
(It's gonna wake you up fast and tell you bye)
Oh, no-no
(Can't nobody love you like I do)
Yeah, yeah
(Can't nobody love you like I do)

[Chorus: SAINt JHN]
I got rich off of my bat phone
I ain't think it would take that long
Tryna do better with my platform
Spin the corner and I'm back home
I got rich off of my bat phone
I ain't think it would take that long
Tryna do better with my platform
Spin the corner and I'm back home

[Verse 1: Mez]
I learned so much from the pussy, it's like school, and I'm a school shooter
I fuck a principal, saw your bitch, and she a cool tutor
Just for the principle, need an Aventador, tinted though
Never really know who fuck with you man, but I tend to know
I been that n***a though, been before Dragon Ball Piccolo
And watchin' Nickelo-deon, grandma still was with us though
He always hit momma, I cry when the body would hit the floor
She moved us away when I showed him my plans how to slit his throat
But things change, I mean what the jazz look like? Post Malone
And what rap look like now? Post Malone
My n***a said he got a job, I could've cried on the phone
I'm thankin' God 'cause he finally left the corner alone
I mean that boy was sellin' stones like David Bridal
I ain't want him endin' up in scope like kaleido
We both took gifted classes and we aced the finals
I mean the Tesla you can buy those, but a mind like Nikola's though
Swear that you nice, because the likes on your IG is high though
Compared to my flow, that's like a Chuck Liddell to Tae Bo
I been the sauciest, had Baby Milo in high school
Now I build models with models, revenge of the IQ
It's an eye for an eye too incase you want [?] designed to
R.I.P. opps, man I feel insincere when they tried to run up on him
AZ had his daughter alike his son up on him
But bro had real love from his people, that's always a one up on him
So the little things I ain't hung up on them, but I play the game
And if I ain't fuck with you, I'm 6ix9ine, I'll say your name
How many times I fell and got back up and grind the same
I don't mind when it hurt, the growth tied to pain
[Chorus: SAINt JHN & MAVI]
I got rich off of my bat phone
I ain't think it would take that long
Tryna do better with my platform
Spin the corner and I'm back home
I got rich off of my bat phone
I ain't think it would take that long
Tryna do better with my platform (Yeah)
Spin the corner and I'm back home (Yeah)

[Verse 2: MAVI]
The mask, they done try to match the mastodon, ain't last long
My path was off the back of scams and shattered bone ain't have a lone
Or have as long as class mates to take jabs, I passed and sat alone
The scratches cross the pad, stacked to cash that's paddin' my Patagonia
'Fore the Porsche Panamera era, rode the carousel
Embarrassed as hell that I knew how perishing smell, very well
Could never turn my nose up, foes up, it ain't vary nary
Every tongue that rose up, froze up, party very scary
Leery eyes, blurry skies, dreary, but it's rainin' funds
Can't discuss my racketeers for fear of what they'll make of us
The ratchet packed, I stashed it near, to clear all that I may confront
The chain is bust, the flash it match the tears, I couldn't make this up
The pain I brush with gave me papercuts, my safe got razor bumps
My lady smeared foundation, painted love a darker shade
I can't replace it, but I made a way from crumbs with rats in the wall
A lantern in the sky, flashin' my sign and I answered a call
Yeah