Yeah (Let's go, Mario!)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (let's go)
Woo, woo, woo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
F*ck on your bitch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I'm with my [A]boys and [Bm]no, we do not milly ɾock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (whoa)
All this money make me wanna hit my [A]Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots (hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and [Bm]my [A]boys, you [A7know that we sharin' thots
I got [Fm7]niggas that be [Am]movin' the town ɾock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on [C7]the ɾack, you [A7a walkin' cop (ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my [A]heart a lot (blaow)
Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel but I call [Em]that bitch butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my [A]money, then I had to [C7]just flood the block
I'm the only one that fucked on [C7]that bitch
But I made that ho just cum and [Bm]just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my [A]car, bitch, I blessed the block
We got [Fm7]shooters that's gon' pull up and [Bm]ax your block (blaow)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (yeah)
Makin' money like [F]a nigga don't need the drop
One eye open, Illuminati like [F]Fetty Wap
Microwave help me dry out the ɾeady ɾock
Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got [Fm7]heavy knots
Gettin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop
Every day my [A]birthday, why the confetti stop?
She look good but she wear Fashion [C7]Nova
Took her shoppin', put her ɾight in some Vetements
Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York
But I took her ɾight down, ɾight in L.A
Spent a hundred thousand [Bm]ɾight at the Beverly
In the section, probably where, um, the felons be
I'm on [C7]Rodeo, it ain't shit you [A7could tell to [C7]me
And I'm on [C7]a boat, it ain't shit you [A7could sell to [C7]me
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
F*ck on [C7]your bitch, make that ho wanna milly ɾock
I'm with my [A]boys and [Bm]no, we do not milly ɾock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch
All this money make me wanna hit my [A]Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and [Bm]my [A]boys, you [A7know that we sharin' thots
I got [Fm7]niggas that be [Am]movin' the town ɾock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on [C7]the ɾack, you [A7a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my [A]heart a lot
I was [Am7]chillin' with the niggas you [A7fear a lot
Highbridge, I was [Am7]just ɾight there on [C7]the block
What do they got [Fm7]in common [C7]with Uzi
We get money and [Bm]we fucked up just on [C7]your thots
Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot
I'm so lit, I could make your whole stɾip hot
Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me want body ɾock
Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot
Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top
This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat
Went to [C7]Vegas, made some money off baccarat
Raf Simons jeans, they good for [Dm7]the pocket ɾocket
I'm in Eliott, keep tɾack of these diamond size
Slidin' all [Em]on [C7]the ice like [F]a hockey shot
Seventy-five for [Dm7]a T-shirt
He a half, like [F]he pulled up just with a crop
Whoa, gators on [C7]me, you [A7can't catch me in bummy [A]Crocs
I'm a hero on [C7]my [A]bike, bitch, I bunny-hop
Hugh Hefner died so I can't get bunny top
I can never die unless all [Em]my [A]money stops
Fuckin' on [C7]your bitch and [Bm]now you's a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
Countin' up my [A]millions, you [A7know it's up a lot (yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
F*ck on [C7]your bitch, make that ho wanna milly ɾock
I'm with my [A]boys and [Bm]no, we do not milly ɾock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch
All this money make me wanna hit my [A]Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (hello?)
At the dealer, I can't pull this shit off the lot
Me and [Bm]my [A]boys, you [A7know that we sharin' thots
I got [Fm7]niggas that be [Am]movin' the town ɾock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on [C7]the ɾack, you [A7a walkin' cop
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot
Comme des Garçons is my [A]heart a lot
