[Intro]
Here we go
(Brrt) Yeah, come on
(Classic)
(Okay Jones)
Haven't heard about you, n***a
(Really ran this shit up, man, we still runnin' it up) Come on, ayy

[Chorus]
Heard them n***as tellin' (Tellin'), I can't take em serious (Uh)
This ain't Crate & Barrel, bitch, these plates come from Liberia (Yeah)
Bought my OG a crib, spent your stash on her interior (I did)
A n***a used to serve and make his plays at Imperial (For real)
Make the glass move with no hands like Matilda (Ayy, ayy)
Took the bag on a long journey like a pilgrim (For real)
Talkin' to myself, like, "Fuck these n***as, they don't feel you" (Yeah)
Touch a hair on me in here, we blowin' up the building (Brrt, brrt)

[Verse 1]
I been jumpin' off the jet all week (Yeah)
Hoppin' off that big boy, and not that shit off JetSuite (For real)
White buffs off the mink, you can tell I'm from the D ('Troit)
She like, "How you ain't move and make two hundred in a week?" (Brrt)
That's what happen when you get 'em in cheap (Come on)
Told a bitch, "I'm a P, you wanna fuck, pay the fee" (Come on)
A hundred for the Daytona, spent fifty on the piece (Yeah)
And that was just for the charm, thirty pointers for the link
N***as' stash real low, but they talk like they up
Come and get money with us, we make dogs outta pups (Grr)
Make sure she stay fly, A to a D cup (Come on)
Teach her about ice, the color, clarity, and cut (N***a)
[Chorus]
Heard them n***as tellin' (Yeah), I can't take em serious (Uh)
This ain't Crate & Barrel (Nah), bitch, these plates come from Liberia (Yeah)
Bought my OG a crib, spent your stash on her interior (For real)
A n***a used to serve and make his plays at Imperial (Ice, ice, ice)

[Verse 2]
Sippin' lean, mixin' beans, this shit bad for my health (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Mixin' Saint with Saint Laurent off a Goyard belt
I'm out here, gettin' to that money, I don't know 'bout nothin' else (I don't)
Man, them boys ain't drop shit, they must got 'em on the shelf
Four-four in a twenty-ounce, this a thousand-dollar Fanta (Come on)
If we beefin', I'm harassin', all the straps got heat tracking (Yeah)
I don't know how them n***as still broke, go get a package (For real)
Even the youngins got a bag around me, they card crackin' (Ayo)
Car jackin', he been taxed for that big whip and mansion (Come on)
I hit the road so much that I could drive there backwards (Brrt)
Bro was right, you'd be rich if you sit there and stack it (Stack it up)
R.I.P. Virgil, seven thousand for a jacket, n***a (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Heard them n***as tellin' (N***a), I can't take em serious (Come on)
This ain't Crate & Barrel, bitch, these plates come from Liberia (Yeah)
Bought my OG a crib, spent your stash on her interior (I did)
A n***a used to serve and make his plays at Imperial (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Make the glass move with no hands like Matilda (Classic)
Took the bag on a long journey like a pilgrim (Okay Jones)
Talkin' to myself, like, "Fuck these n***as, they don't feel you"
Touch a hair on me in here, we blowin' up the building, n***a