Rollin´ with the gang, who else? (Gang) Put that on my mom, who else? (Bah, gang) Momma raised a don, who else? Murk you, throw you in a pond, who else? Bitch, be gone, who else? Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch) Momma got the news, it brought tears to her eyes From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I´m slidin´
At the top eatin´ five star meals, I´m so high I pop out in Celine and my draws Calvin Klein Should I get the Cullinan or the Lamb´? Can´t decide Call you niggas hella sweet like coconut pie Hit the corner store, they like hurry up and buy
Hit the Louis store and I spent like a smooth twenty-five You know everywhere I go, bitch, I do it big time At the drop of a dime, niggas drop like flies
Rollin´ with the gang, who else? (Gang) Put that on my mom, who else? (Bah, gang) Momma raised a don, who else? Murk you, throw you in a pond, who else? Bitch, be gone, who else? Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch) Momma got the news, it brought tears to her eyes From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I´m slidin´
Ayy, fifty mil´ under my belt, they put a boy on a shelf That smoke bad for your health, ain´t gettin´ no money, better kill yourself (Yeah) La Ferrari (What?), half a milli´ on a coupe, I´m sorry (Skrrt) Trip up the new Bugatti, bitch, give me that sloppy toppy That bitch eat salad, broccoli, rich nigga yeah I miss flawless (Loesoe goin´ crazy) Ain´t nobody bigger in the game, who else? Ain´t talkin´ right then you get left Pull up in the Rolls, I took her breath Pussy ass nigga, say it with your chest (Okay) I love Givenchy, she bad and screaming the Fendi Was broke but now I got plenty (Yeah), just popped a lil´ shroom with lil´ Trippie (Yeah, huh)
Rollin´ with the gang, who else? (Gang) Put that on my mom, who else? (Bah, gang) Momma raised a don, who else? Murk you, throw you in a pond, who else? Bitch, be gone, who else? Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch) Momma got the news, it brought tears to her eyes From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I´m slidin´