[Chorus]
But I should really thank her
What type of diamonds on your bitch? You know I pinked her
Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta
But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't act gangster
I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her
Put your number in my phone but I won't save you
Oh, you think that I'm a player
He ain't gettin' money, he a hater

[Interlude]
Y'all n***as ain't ever have to struggle before
Now y'all have to warm me up, like

[Verse]
I see pain in your eyes every time you fuck me, yeah
And I know you lie when you said you trust me, yеah
It's Lil Uzi Vert (Yeah), I can feel it (I can feel it)
Why you still herе if I'm fuckin' up your image? (Up your image)
You can do okay but I know I can do way better, yeah (Uh, better)
I can buy a better bitch just off of credit (Yeah), uh
I just bought a Lamborghini off of debit (Yeah), uh
I just found my opp location off of Reddit (Cash), uh
I just bought some Chrome Heart jeans just like they selvage (Uh)
I been gettin' my dick sucked since I was seven, yeah (Uh)
Crosses on my jeans and my crosses leather, yeah (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm known to ball, I'm not playin' tether, yeah (Uh-huh)
I like lots of, cheese, swiss, and mozzarella, yeah
I like provolone but cheddar's way better, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Now tell me, do gangsters really go to Heaven? Yeah (Yeah)
If we really do, need to cut a check to my reverend, yeah (Let's go)
I wanted me a Rollie since I was eleven, yeah (Go)
If you wanna talk about Rollies? Then I got eleven, yeah (Ayy)
N***as in my city startin' all the rumors (All the rumors)
I ain't movin', bitch I hang with the movers (Look, with the movers)
And I'm gon' shoot my shot 'cause I hang with the shooters, yeah (With the shooters)
Ain't nobody shot but Shaun top your medulla, yeah (Your medulla)
Bitch better give me that top, I can't promise I'm gon' do ya (I'm gon' do ya)
I just got a brand new Glock and that bitch came with a cooler (With a cooler)
I ain't tryna give her no drop, but shit, everything for the mula (Ooh)
I wouldn't never let Taraji fuck my empire up just like I'm Lucius (Yeah)
Before my bitch start scammin', know my bitch was boostin' (Yeah, she was boostin')
And before my bitch got with a real n***a she was with a loser (With a loser)
Christian Dior, my bitch say, "Hallelujah" ("Hallelujah")
And these girls too fake and I can see right through ya (Oh, let's go)
Got geeked up, now a n***a just actin' too nuts (Geeked)
Why would I fuck her one time when I got two nuts
And before I knew your name I know you knew us (Yeah)
And without me, girl, I know you that you'll be twist off (Yeah)
Oh, you thought I was done, because I'm famous
Cupid gave me a gun and I shot that motherfucker aimless
I done beat that pussy up so much, beggin' me to put it in your anus
And I know when it's all said and done I'm the one that's gon' be shameless
[Chorus]
But I should really thank her
What type of diamonds on your bitch? You know I pinked her
Got a Cuban link on me, I ain't McRangsta
But I'm not talkin' 'bout Cuban links so don't act gangster
I don't wife none of these hoes, no, I can't save her
Put your number in my phone but I won't save ya
Oh, you think that I'm a player
He ain't gettin' money, he a hater