[Intro]
You know what I'm sayin'? We tryna, you know what I mean?
We tryna shake the city up, so this shit gotta flow, you know what I mean?
Yeah, uh, look

[Verse 1]
One thousand grams on a chain (Bling-bling, bling-bling)
My jeweler fuckin' over Johnny Dang
It's revenge when I put it in they face
N***as wanna play, then we put 'em in they place
Benz in the shop, so I gotta get another one
All through the lot tryna see which one I want
Get Ghazi on the phone, this gon' be big
It's too late to turn back, boy, we deep in
C-Bone, 4 say give 'em what they want
Guess it's that time for mе to put on that show
Big Clean, he started this shit (Way Gang)
As for mе, I'm the heart of this shit
Got a twin named Egypt and I named her on a prison phone
I was in the spot cookin' dope with a pistol on me (Facts)
Let that shit sink in
This my truth, these is facts that I'm speakin'
Movie star, 'cause life is a movie (It's a movie)
Life's a bitch, but she bad and she bougie
In the streets, I'ma rep, I'm a classic
Fuck Roscoe's 'cause the shit got nasty (Ugh)
Bartender, bring the whole bottle
My bitch out the city, but she lookin' like a foreign model (Bad)
Who Decides War with a sag on it
Just got fresh and forgot to pop the tag on it (Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc, Clicc)
[Chorus]
Too many n***as hatin'
Too many n***as fakin'
Too many n***as broke
Too many n***as trollin'
All I care about is digits and commas (Ching-ching)
Pistols and violence (Boom, boom, boom)
We into designer (Drip, drip, drip, drip)
Flyin' in the city with models (Innerprize)

[Verse 2]
'Fit check, gotta do a drip check
Lookin' at the map, what city we gon' hit next?
Runnin' up the bag, what car I'm gon' get next?
It gotta have room, 'cause I like to have big sex
If I gotta wear a rubber, I don't want it, I'm exclusive
Tryna stick to one woman (I'm in love)
Bing-bing in my bloodstream
White Air Force 1s, I can't wear 'em if they ain't Supreme
Yeah, right now, we in that mode
Jeans, beanie by Parasuco (Uh-oh)
I like girls with cornrows and lace fronts
White toes, but fuck all that makeup
Billion-dollar brain, hundred-thousand-dollar chain (Bling-bling, bling-bling)
We get through hard times poppin' champagne
At a Paris steakhouse on a stake-out
See a model at the table, fly her straight to the house (Outtie)
[Chorus]
Too many n***as hatin'
Too many n***as fakin'
Too many n***as broke
Too many n***as trollin'
All I care about is digits and commas (Ching-ching)
Pistols and violence (Boom, boom, boom)
We into designer (Drip, drip, drip, drip)
Flyin' in the city with models (Innerprize)