[Intro]
Oh, so everybody jumping on this (Huh?)
Okay, my turn
My name is Carlos SAINt JHN
I'ma sing like that every time he hears me say it
Oh yeah
SAINt JHN portfolio
It's your business baby

[Chorus 1]
I go hard at that motherfucking guap, boy
You better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block boy
My white tee, a blue jeans
Ball hard, motherfucker, hoop dreams

[Verse 1]
One night, see I don't do flings
I told my old bitch, "I'm into new things"
You think you're cute though
You see a suit though
I think you're so sweet, you n***as fructose
I put my middle fingers up, you n***as poop those
Come get a close up, my n***as shoot close
My accountant, that's my motherfucking n***a
He deal with my accounts so my account grows bigger
N***a, suing my amount grows bigger
And she say her jaws hurt, I tell, "Your mother don't give up"
My brother sells dope, he's a b-boy
You out here looking like a decoy
You're all ass, you n***as keep toy
Them n***as out here but I'm feeling like it's kilo
I'm patting n***as down for the sticky teeth
You nigas talk show, you n***as Ricky Lake
You hear the advent, you think it's Ricky Lare
Then you hear the, "Woo," I think I'm Ricky Flair
I came from a place in the East though
Them n***as still living by the g code
You pussy ass n***as try to decode
Just play dead and let a real n***a reload
[Chorus 2]
I go hard at that motherfucking guap, boy
You better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block boy
My white tee, my blue jeans
My n***as gang bang and I ain't talkin' group scenes

[Verse 2]
I don't drink Ciroc, I do the Goose Goose
You n***as so soft, you n***as couscous
You n***as funny style, you n***as flew throughs
See what's the point of doing five for a deuce deuce
I'm in the money gang, I'm in the money game
So what's my favorite color, my n***a, money grain
I get the money fast, my n***a money grab
They call me smart guy and that's my dummy name
Carlos motherfucking SAINt JHN
This is a suicide bomber's fucking ring tone
Ring-ring, you hear the chopper coming
You hear that motherfucking chopper coming (Ah)

[Chorus 3]
I go hard at that motherfucking guap, n***a
Better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block n***a
White tee, blue jeans
They fly things, I do things
[Outro]
I do things
I do things (Haha)
I hope nobody's listening
I won't- I was lying, I won't bang shit
I run a company that's completely legitimate
IRS, tax people, thank you
You have a good night