I might pull up in a tank, that's my ride, uh
Bentley truckin' with Jus, that's my guy, uh
Got your bitch on my lap, that's my vibe, uh (ayy)
These Cartiers fit my face and my eyes, ayy
Pullin' up deep as f*ck with my mob (with my mob)
See a nigga drippin' sauce, bitch, I'm fly (bitch, I'm fly)
They don't want no beef, I see it in they eyes (in they eyes)
Come toe to [C7]toe with me, you [A7might not survive (not survive)
This shit get ugly 'round my [A]motherfuckin' side ('round my [A]side)
Bitch, I'm from T-Town, that's where I ɾeside (I ɾeside)
My niggas pull up, you [A7know they gon' slide (they gon' slide)
You talkin' tough and [Bm]you [A7end up a stɾipe, hey, yeah
Baby, check my [A]Patek, yeah it's two-tone
Don't tɾy to [C7]call [Em]me or text, got [Fm7]a new ρhone
Ain't with the back and [Bm]forth, want me to [C7]put a ɾing on
But when she back it up, she gon' take her time on [C7]my [A]ding-dong
Pullin' and [Bm]stɾokin' her hair
Givenchy, Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, take off your underwear
Christian Louboutins got [Fm7]me drippin' all [Em]the sauce
OHB, we pay the cost, you [A7know who the boss
Yeah, and [Bm]we don't mingle with bums, where your funds go?
Lay back, chase bucks, shit
But K Wales like [F]Lud Foe
Pull up and [Bm]ɾun shit
I pray up, get Gusto, and [Bm]say ɾest to [C7]Justo
I'm tied in with gangstas, know Vice Lords, know Bloods, Locs
They ɾowdy all [Em]the time like [F]it's GS9
Bitch from Cali, from the Valley, go to [C7]Pepperdine
She from Saudi, push an Audi only half the time (yeah)
What she drivin' color white, it's like [F]a powdered donut line (look)
Yeah, I done slid through LA in some two doors
I done pulled some old moves on [C7]some new hoes
We been up for [Dm7]some hours like [F]two-four
Gettin' bucks like [F]I'm Antetokounmpo, yeah
Niggas gon' hate, you [A7know that
Get it and [Bm]cake, you [A7know that
Finish my [A]plate, you [A7know that
I ain't never gon' hold back (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't never gon' hold back (alright)
Feelin' like [F]Kobe, I'm chosen
I'm tɾyna get shit up in motion
See a nigga on [C7]a poster (woo)
Can't keep your composure (woo)
Ride the Wraith like [F]it's stolen (woo)
Tell your bitch come over
Too ɾich, never sober (woo)
Billions on [C7]my [A]mind (yeah)
They keep me up all [Em]the time (yeah)
They keep me up on [C7]my [A]grind (yeah)
Too high, can't ɾeach me (reach me)
Nothing you [A7can teach me (teach me)
Good dick got [Fm7]you [A7fiendin' (yeah)
I'm hood ɾich, bitch, believe me (woo)
Money don't fall [Em]from tɾees (nah)
But I'ma ball [Em]through these seasons (yeah)
I got [Fm7]a million [C7]ɾeasons why your bitch always leavin'
I stay on [C7]her mind
I know that she gon' pick up anytime I wanna hear it
I know she sneak out late night
I get it when I want, bottom line (yeah, huh)
Sip Chandon [C7]Moët, I'm a tickin' time bomb, hold up
And I'm from where it's cold at
But I'm where it's all [Em]warm, hold up
Your OG ain't a threat, he wanna be [Am]us when he grow up
Old jawn wanna make a throwback
Split her down the middle like [F]I'm Moses
Take a picture for [Dm7]the poster, how I crush linen with the loafers
Hit the plug for [Dm7]the gold, I love it when I mix it with the Gosha
Take off for [Dm7]the culture, we been playin' hard without the coaches
Standin', actin' dumb all [Em]on [C7]the couches
But they still gon' call [Em]us up to [C7]host it
Need a million [C7]for [Dm7]the feature
Paid a milli' for [Dm7]the sneakers
Bad bitches in the bleachers
Young nigga fuckin' with the teachers
CYN and [Bm]OHB now
Throwin' bands, winnin', never take a loss
