Yeah (Ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(Back of the Benz, I was , yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)

(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the—)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (Woo)

I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (Skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah)
I'm not from the zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (Yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (Bro, bro)

Yeah, fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them books
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em booked

All double Givenchy, addicted to bust, I'm 'bout to bet there's some buzz (Yeah)
I'm 'bout head out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls Royce got the umbrella for rain
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes

Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay
I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (Yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah

They told me, "Get back," bitch, there's still bills for the purse (Brr)
And fuck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (Dah)
No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah (Pushin'' my limits)
I'm squeezin' that bitch, like I'm squeezin' some lemons (Yeah)

Ah, fuck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah (Ooh)
Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah (Ooh)
Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that bitch in my bidness (Oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them motherfucker listen to me

'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot (Woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back, I don't brag 'bout the bag
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "Do-do-do-do" and it did
I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (Yeah)

Bitch, it's fuck you said, and it's fuck what you read, I don't give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead (Yeah)
Lizards are slimey like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read (Woah)
Yeah (Ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)

(Back of the Benz, I was , yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun)

When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the—)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (Woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (Skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah)

I'm not from the zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (Yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (Bro, bro)
Fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them books

I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em booked
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust, I'm 'bout to bet there's some buzz (Yeah)
I'm 'bout head out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'

I be collectin' my chains, Rolls Royce got the umbrella for rain
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay