[Intro]
(Ayo, D-Wiz is ballin')
Ayy, bae (Simo Fre just killed it)
I swear that, baby, you the baddest
That's without the plastic, your ass thick
Baby, you my everything like Drake be on the adlibs

[Chorus]
I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings
Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing
All they know is murder on the street I claim
Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh
Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that
Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
Just to show thеm doubters that I'm next, aw yeah

[Verse 1]
That AMG outta thеy price range, I'm all in the gutter
Know life a gamble like a dice game when you live in the struggle
He hittin' licks all through the night, man, tryna make his shit double
I been doin' well so goddamn long, I feel the right thing is trouble
Up with the stick, came with the light man, then killed his lil' brother
Felt like I had to make this song, man, for my n***as that hustle
He keep that metal when he ridin' even though he a Muslim
Life of the ghetto, 'bout survival, might just put some shit under
[Chorus]
I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings
Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing
All they know is murder on the street I claim
Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh
Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that
Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah

[Verse 2]
I got too much drank in my soda, so much weight on my shoulders
Got so much pain in my folder, fuck the fame, it's gettin' closer
I just want a plain-jane Rollie with a gray Range Rover
With my main main ho, take them, the chains off when this damn game over
Had to sacrifice, so it ain't right, the savage life for my n***a
Just know I'm ridin' wrong or right like fuck that knife, keep my pistol
I ran it up in black and white like Derek Percy, you a victim
I'm fedded up, know you a mice but try to play like a killer

[Chorus]
I'ma buy you purses, I'ma buy you rings
Don't forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing
All they know is murder on the street I claim
Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
We get them bags comin' in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh
Brand-new paper tag on the 'Vette, it's all that
Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
Just to show them doubters that I'm next, aw yeah