[Intro]
FirstClassAngels, bitch

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Tecca]
I'm stacked up, got more cash than my dad, put that on my momma, talkin' 'em commas
I'm too raw for this shit, like why would I ever wear a condom?
I'm at the front of the line, so why would I go get behind her? (Yeah)
All my bitches, they bad, check who they following, you might get lined up

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Tecca]
I was just chosen for this, I put that on me, no, I did not sign up
Uh, yeah, I'm poppin' these bottles, my fashion the reason I'm poppin' these models
Yeah, all this ice got me skiing, got Louis my coat, but it's Gucci my goggles
Pardon, oh my God, got this girl, she so wet that I might make a porno, bitch, I'm in her mouth like the goddamn Soprano
I'm in the bando, gettin' money since an iPod Nano
I'm a new n***a, but I come off retro
Bitches be bird, these bitches be Petco
She want my melody, bitch, I invent those
Say the amount, I want it ten fold
I'm pressin' play, they want no action
I made the movie, they just reactin'
You flippin' that bread, I made it do back-flips
I stepped in the game, they study my tactics
Fuckin' this bitch, I just was laughin'
Gave her to Tecca, he said that's past-tense
I'ma keep stackin', n***as, they really think I don't make that, but they be bastards
Fuck these n***as, I can't call a truce
Pull up a coupe and it don't got a roof
Passenger seat, yeah, your ho Betty Boop
Pull up a coupe and it don't got a roof
Passenger seat, yeah, your ho Betty Boop
She blow my dick like that shit was a flute
Bitch, I'm the one, no, this is not no fluke
Bitch, I'm the one, thought that I told 'em
Pulled up with a friend, ooh, I want both 'em
I want 'em both, you do what you can, I'm doin' the most
Get all amenities, friends with the hoes
Don't send a location if they not hoes
You don't see no randoms, only my bros
I came in first place, you know this not dos
Huh, she know I'm a dog, I gave her my bone
No feelings involved, should've already known
I was always gon' have to just go back home
I gave that bitch right there right to my clone
I pulled up Maybach, that bitch a two-tone
I got that cheese in my pocket, calzone
Not 'bout the money, do not call my phone
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Tecca]
I'm stacked up, got more cash than my dad, put that on my momma, talkin' 'em commas?
I'm too raw for this shit, like why would I ever wear a condom?
I'm at the front of the line, so why would I go get behind her? (Yeah)
All my bitches, they bad, check who they following, you might get lined up

[Outro]
FirstClassAngels, bitch