[Lucki]
I hear you´re looking for Candyman, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
All that greed, you should, uh, ayy

[Lucki]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I´ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain´t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can´t feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don´t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon´ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain´t ate

[Lucki]
All that greed, you gon´ fit right in
Took a lil´ break, now I´m back, pop a ten
Super charged Tune, they gon´ hear it´s me
Burn this bitch down like literally

[Lil Yachty & Lucki]

Put a bad bitch in the DDT
Fifty K earring, nothing cheap
Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome
Sitting back, feeling like a P-I-M-P
Remember when niggas´d just give me hell
Rockin´ big clothes, like it´s twenty-oh-three
Pull up, 650, not G 6-3
Have a cookout, everybody get smoke
Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean
UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine
Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine
Nigga think he fly? We gon´ give that boy a set of wings
Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that´s the regiment
My jeweler just made a light like he Edison
Pussy grip tight, on the finger like a wedding band

Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Lucki]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I´ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain´t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can´t feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don´t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon´ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain´t ate