[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, bitch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say on my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young n***a got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I got my Wraith umbrella, they throwing shade over
I sip this bottle 'til the bottle got a hangover
Paint your face with this chopper that's a makeover
I'm still totin' that shit that they'd throw gang over, yeah
You let shit slide that we would bang over
I give that bitch Trippie's dick and she go insane over it
The type of bitch riding 'round and she blowing brain for it
I like it out of the country, everything on me foreign
You boring, while I'm 'round touring
You big out of bound I'm big scoring
I'm like a big eagle, bitch I'm soaring
Bitch bring the motherfucking chorus back in, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, bitch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say on my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young n***a got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover

[Verse 2: FreeMoney800]
Yeah, on the road to riches, dodging feds like potholes
Had to get it off my wrist, with pyrex and them hot stoves
Meeting with my migos he just dropped off a hot load
Almost got gangrene in my arm cause my watch froze
Pitching underhand ounces of work like softballs
.40 in my hand shoot sideways like I'm O-Dog
Cranking harder than a Jamaican down in the Newton zone
Sack after sack, we sat down 'til the bag gone
Speaking on the gang might lead to an early exit
Bitch we tied got mob ties down in Texas, weird flex but okay
Fifty pounds on the way, it ain't no magic trick I make him disappear today
This 800 (Yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, bitch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say on my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young n***a got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover