Yeah (Ooh) (Runnin´ up bands, this shit gettin´ dumb, yeah) (Back in the day, I was broke as they come, yeah) (Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah) (Fully loaded, ´bout to load up my gun, yeah)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun) When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the ) Up on the sofa, catchin´ dome (Woo) I bought the Tonk´, I bought the truck (Skrrt) Stop callin´ my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah) I´m not from this zone, I´m not from my home, I´m not from this planet (Yeah, yeah) I´m high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (Bop, bop) Yeah, fuck what you sayin´, you a lil´ bitch, go talk to your mommy (Mommy) I don´t got time for the fuss, ridin´ ´round, I been collectin´ them bucks I´m ´bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I´m ´bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
I don´t give a fuck that´s a plus, whole lot of money on me, got ´em bucks All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (The bust) Uh, I´m ´bout to bet there´s a bus (Oh, yeah) I´m ´bout to hop out the Range, I don´t give a fuck where they layin´ (Lil´ bitch) I be collectin´ my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (Skrrt) Bitch, it´s a wonderful day, swervin´ and dabbin´, don´t make no mistakes Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak I don´t give a fuck what you say, you can´t stay (No, no, no)
Didn´t deserve it, I didn´t deserve it, I didn´t deserve (Yeah) Any time that I want, bitch, I´m leavin´ this earth, yeah, ah (Yeah)
They told me, "Get back," bitch, there´s still bills for the birds (Brr) And fuck what you think, ´cause you wish for the worst (Dah) No, don´t you get it? I´m pushin´ my limits, ah (Pushin´ my limits) I´m squeezin´ that bitch just like squeezin´ some lemons (Yeah) Ah, fuck what you said, bitch, I´m pushin´ them limits, yeah (Ooh) Back in the day I was ridin´ that Civic, I´m pushin´ the limits, no gymnast, yeah (Ooh) Pull up, I´m in that lil´ Urus, I´m swervin´ and dabbin´ that bitch, yeah, my business (Oh, yeah) Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, they motherfuckin´ listen to me ´Cause I´m talkin´ a lot, and I´m walkin´ a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin´ the lot (Woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back, get them racks in the bag (Ack) I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, ´bout to shoot ´em, go "doo-doo-doo-doo," and they dead (Bang) I already said it a million times, but I´m ´bout to go back and just say it again (Yeah) Bitch, it´s fuck what you said, and it´s fuck what you read, I don´t give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead (Yeah) Leave ´em so slimy like this, bitch, I leave ´em on read
Yeah (Ooh) (Runnin´ up bands, this shit gettin´ dumb, yeah) (Back in the day, I was broke as they come, yeah) (Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah) (Fully loaded, ´bout to load up my gun, yeah)
When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun) When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the ) Up on the sofa, catchin´ dome (Woo) I bought the Tonk´, I bought the truck (Skrrt) Stop callin´ my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah) I´m not from this zone, I´m not from my home, I´m not from this planet (Yeah, yeah) I´m high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (Bop, bop) Yeah, fuck what you sayin´, you a lil´ bitch, go talk to your mommy (Mommy) I don´t got time for the fuss, ridin´ ´round, I been collectin´ them bucks I´m ´bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I´m ´bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don´t give a fuck that´s a plus, whole lot of money on me, got ´em bucks All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (The bust) Uh, I´m ´bout to bet there´s a bus (Oh, yeah) I´m ´bout to hop out the Range, I don´t give a fuck where they layin´ (Lil´ bitch) I be collectin´ my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (Skrrt) Bitch, it´s a wonderful day, swervin´ and dabbin´, don´t make no mistakes Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak I don´t give a fuck what you say, you can´t stay (No, no, no)