[Intro]
Turn me up (Haha, PBell)
Ooh
Yeah, yeah (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Yeah, huh

[Verse]
Brand-new Rover look like peach, I make them hoes wipe my seat
Ice my Rollie just like Meek, new Forgi fours on all my feet
I do drugs 'cause I be geeked, my OT run was just like Meech
Got Cali bud, this shit ain't cheap, I get shit done just off one tweet
I can pop my shit for real 'cause it's real life, it ain't no act
If that Rollie ain't at least three hundred, that shit light, them ain't no racks
She not my type, but still'll fuck a bitch on sight 'cause I like rats
Fill my closet up, mix match, that's on my life, it look like Saks
I like hoes that's gon' be hoes, but I hate hoes that play they role
I smoke 'bows and I like clothes, that dog too strong, it stank my nose
You ain't coppin' least two O's, don't hit my phone, bro, what you on?
Fuck this rap 'cause this shit bold how n***as told and sell out shows
I been poppin' since like ten, bitch, I can pop it 'cause I'm him
Off the lot with Maybach, Benz, flooded rocks, bitch, I might swim
What type of games these n***as be playin', dog? Shot and still ain't spin
Bentley drop, it cost two men, flood the watch with all blue gems
Bitch, I'm talkin' Flintstones
Been gettin' fent' gone, yeah, since the flip phone
Half a million standin' from my foot up to my hip bone
New compressor, step on it so hard, I put a six on
Fluffy bag, filled up with all coins, it got wicks on
Rich n***a, that's ten thousand gone when I put 'fits on
Fly the bitch from Cali, get the load before I get home
Pour up yellow 'Tussin, shit so old, look like it's hit on