[Lil Keed] They think they all fly (Yeah), we a different fly (Yeah) Yeah, we private flight it (Yeah), no need for autopilot (Yeah) Know we get the highest (Yeah), know y´all all dyin´ (Yeah) Lift the doors up (Yeah), my wrist is froze up (Yeah) My neck get colder (Yeah), thought I told ya (Yeah) We in the fast lane (Yeah) In a Hellcat (Yeah), or in a Mulsanne (Yeah) If he bounce back (Yeah), a hundred shots ring (Yeah)
Ain´t got no dogtag (Yeah), how you gangbang? (Yeah) He not ´bout that (Yeah), he ain´t insane (Yeah) Give him thirty shots (Yeah), shoot him Curry range (Yeah) Finger flooded (Yeah), cost more than Audi rings (Yeah) Yeah, we bossy (Yeah), shit be saucy (Yeah)
[Young Thug] Costy You said you want a wedding ring, that´s when you lost me (Lost me) Go big on big, I´m irritated with your mouthpiece I drove a G6, took three bands to the nosebleeds (Skrrt) Yeah, I´m her boss, see, see I´m so flossy Lil´ mama said she want a Benz with the Rolls seats (Want a Benz)
I took a helicopter down to the show freak I told her private jet, we goin´ shoppin´ overseas I can go brazy like a shotta, ayy (Brazy like a) I got some Mansions on the Southside, ayy (I got some mansions on the South) I´m servin´ chicken, but not Popeyes, ayy (I´m servin´ chicken, but not Pop´) Pay the tuition, not a shotta, ayy (Pay the tuition, not a shotta) I told lil´ mama, "Bitch, it´s our time," ayy (Our time) We got the juice, we got the Wi-Fi, ayy (Wi-Fi) We fuckin´ on top our Carter, hey I just might pass her to my brothers, hey (Just might pass her to my brothers) Hundred bands on a seat (Hundred) How the fuck I make a half a million in a week? (How? How? How?)
Yeah, shawty suck me out my sleep I don´t know just how the hell I woke up with a freak (How? How?) Goddamn, I got millions with no piece (Damn) Different bustdown every fuckin´ day of the week (Fuckin´ day of the week) Livin´ easy breezy, we fuck on designer sheets (Woo) I had me some Henny with my Act´, now I´m deceased (I´m deceased, nigga) Million dollar nig´, whip a Maybach out of town (Skrrt, skrrt) Patek worth a mink, up in the Benz right now (Skrrt, skrrt) Keep designer kicks on my bitch all the time (Skrrt, skrrt) Paris Hilton mansion in the hills, I see stars (Skrrt, skrrt)
Abercrombie birds with the doves, we get money (Skrrt, skrrt) Lambo´ hit the curb, when it dark, it look sunny (Skrrt, skrrt) I put neon lights in the penthouse for my mommy (Skrrt, skrrt) Wake up, take a piss, drink a seal every morning
[Lil Keed] Spendin´ all these goddamn funds I just put some slimes and some bands on your son Choker shackles outshine the goddamn sun John Wick shooters, we not scared of James Bond (Woo) Talkin´ game to get out her panties Different Chanel, different occasions I got hood ratchet shit and she Asian Whippin´ slime Lam´ truck, it´s Caucasian
Yeah, her cat Tigger She got damn whiskers Her ass soft as pillows Give her nut like brittle Louis duffle bag, F&N and bands in it Yeah, I wore it, left the tag on my expensive drip She not talkin´ bad, I go pimp and pop them lips