(Ayo, D-Wiz is ballin´)
Ayy, bae (Simo Fre just killed it)
I swear that, baby, you the baddest
That´s without the plastic, your ass thick
Baby, you my everything like Drake be on the adlibs

I´ma buy you purses, I´ma buy you rings
Don´t forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing
All they know is murder on the street I claim
Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
We get them bags comin´ in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh
Brand-new paper tag on the ´Vette, it´s all that
Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
Just to show them doubters that I´m next, aw yeah

That AMG outta they price range, I´m all in the gutter
Know life a gamble like a dice game when you live in the struggle

He hittin´ licks all through the night, man, tryna make his shit double
I been doin´ well so goddamn long, I feel the right thing is trouble
Up with the stick, came with the light man, then killed his lil´ brother
Felt like I had to make this song, man, for my niggas that hustle
He keep that metal when he ridin´ even though he a Muslim
Life of the ghetto, ´bout survival, might just put some shit under

I´ma buy you purses, I´ma buy you rings
Don´t forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing
All they know is murder on the street I claim
Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain

We get them bags comin´ in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh
Brand-new paper tag on the ´Vette, it´s all that
Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
Just to show them doubters that I´m next, aw yeah

I got too much drank in my soda, so much weight on my shoulders
Got so much pain in my folder, fuck the fame, it´s gettin´ closer
I just want a plain-jane Rollie with a gray Range Rover
With my main main ho, take them, the chains off when this damn game over
Had to sacrifice, so it ain´t right, the savage life for my nigga
Just know I´m ridin´ wrong or right like fuck that knife, keep my pistol

I ran it up in black and white like Derek Percy, you a victim
I´m fedded up, know you a mice but try to play like a killer

I´ma buy you purses, I´ma buy you rings
Don´t forget to close the curtains in the Bentley thing
All they know is murder on the street I claim
Kick back, pour that syrup up just to ease the pain
We get them bags comin´ in on a plane, Off-White, dropped a check, uh
Brand-new paper tag on the ´Vette, it´s all that
Couple hundred thousand, drop that on my neck, aw yeah
Just to show them doubters that I´m next, aw yeah