[G Herbo]
Tash Davis on the beat, yeah
DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
Uh

[ G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]
A hunnid million what I´m tryna get
Anything to get this paper, bitch, I´m tryin´ it, uh
Ain´t nobody gon´ play with me, nigga, reach, I´m firin´ it (Bah)
Know your enemy, go broke lil´ nigga, mm-mm, I´m dyin´ with it, boy (Lil Uzi, let´s go, yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert]
You ain´t got guap like this
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this
Suck my dick, bitch, ashy lips (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)

[G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]
Smokin´ exotic, I´m high ass shit
I´ll die if I don´t keep this bitch on my hip
Hopefully I don´t shoot this bitch off the rim
Ain´t like you rappers with all that lip (Shit)
Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (What?)
Ocean my neck and this shit like Pacific (Yeah)
I like my bitches with fat ass and titties (Yeah)
No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific (Let´s go)
Ain´t like you bappers, we real Kobe Cappers
You niggas be actors and not even factors
Playin´ with the racks and they back in the back seat
I shoot like a Raptor, a rapper attack me
DM that ho, but she still in my mentions
Bitches be talkin´, these ho they be snitchin´

Niggas be talkin´, these niggas be snitchin´
Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it

[ G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]
A hunnid million what I´m tryna get
Anything to get this paper, bitch, I´m tryin´ it, uh
Ain´t nobody gon´ play with me, nigga, reach, I´m firin´ it (Bah)
Know your enemy, go broke lil´ nigga, mm-mm, I´m dyin´ with it, boy (Let´s go, yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert]
You ain´t got guap like this
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain´t got guap like this (Let´s go)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)

[ Lil Uzi Vert]
Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon
Ocean my neck and this shit like Pacific
I like my bitches with fat ass and titties
No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific
DM that ho, but she still in my mentions
Bitches be talkin´, these ho they be snitchin´
Niggas be talkin´, these niggas be snitchin´
Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it

[G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]
I went to every jeweler in this shit, told all of ´em, better not tax me

And I got two bribs in LA right now ´cause that´s where the packs be
You don´t know we in the ´Raq runnin´ shit, you don´t know us
Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up
On the bullshit, on the block like Noah
Give me the beef well-done like BOA, bitch
Certified nigga, can´t see what I´m shootin´
I pop out with your bitch, I had to recruit her
Okay, she know I fucked with all her friends
But she don´t say nothin´, she scared to lose me (Let´s go)
I fuck them lil´ bitches right to my music
Pull out my dick, bitches start flutin´ woah
She say she don´t fuck with niggas, uh (What?)
So she still shoppin´ at Gucci (Let´s go)
Way before rap wasn´t lyin´ on IG
Actually been here, sauce like Zaxby’s, ayy, uh

Built my wave like Max B
I´m in New York, free Max B
I be in a New York like a taxi
Ridin´ the Lambo truck, finna pull up, swerve
Car seat in the backseat
Your bitch, she attracted to money (Nyoom)
Yeah that´s why she fuckin´ (Yeah)
My niggas attracted to shootin´
That´s why they keep bussin´ (Woah)
I´m with the gang for life
You know that I´m stuck in it (Yeah)
You know they gon´ up that price
You know they ain´t touchin´ shit
Niggas gettin´ richer, but smoke, we ain´t duckin´ it
I´m in Chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip
Richard Mille plain cost a hunnid clip
Pushin´ the Rolls, but the Maybach my brother whip

Yeah, that boy Vert know he hit me, I´m comin´ quick
Fuck all this rappin´, we ain´t with that sucka shit
Hunnid clip, pull out the window and dump at you
We backin´ friends, feel comfortable (Let´s go, yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert]
You ain´t got guap like this
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this (Let´s go)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got guap like this (Yeah)
You ain´t got cash like this (Yeah)

[ G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitch, I´m havin´ shit
I wear a whip on my wrist
Real killers ridin´ with straps, can´t respond to rap, I don´t trip on a diss
When we print out the physicals, cop my disc
Chill out, hop off my dick
Yeah, it´s me and Vert, skrrt
Big forty´ll burst, you get murked, jerk (Pussy)
Brand new Richard Mille, yeah
Hop out, stack, do this, yeah
Brand new Lambo, runnin´ through red lights like I´m the track with that bitch (Nyoom)
Brand new red ´Rari, uh, ain´t no traction in it, yeah