Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (Not gon´ say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon´ fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don´t know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so motherfuckin´ high, ayy
I swear to God I could stop rappin´ now, nigga
I wouldn´t give a fuck ´bout what you think, bitch

I can´t take the clean route, I´m G´d up
They talk down, I´m rich now, lil´ nigga, I can head home
Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena
I´m turnt up, you try and get your face blown

I´m smokin´ on doja, I pull up rollin´ on some ign´ant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain´t leavin´ my home, bitch, I´m really rich (Bitch, I´m rich)

And I´m so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit
Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain´t gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin´, seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don´t like what I´m sayin´
Swervin´ in that Lam´ with the gang, we all tool totin´ (Tool totin´)
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin´ (Tools blowin´)
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (Man, he stole it)
Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (Car totaled)

Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin´, nigga? (Yeah, yeah)
I´ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin´, nigga
Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin´, nigga, uh, mmh

How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don´t know
How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don´t know
How I got all them bitches and don´t want one? Nigga, I don´t know
Why you actin´ slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody, YoungBoy?)

Nigga, I don´t know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain´t shit?)
Nigga, I don´t know
(Ayy, I really do know, but I really don´t know, but look here)
Nigga, I don´t know
(Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah)

Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch, stop all that hatin´, just come say somethin´, what you on, foe?
Jumpin´ in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope
I´m full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho

Why them bitches don´t wan´ nominate Lil Top? I don´t wan´ know
I´m from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I´m blessed for
This shit around my wrist´ll get you popped or get you stepped on (Get you popped, bitch)
But on the other end, I don´t get nothin´ less than one-fifty a show

How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don´t know
How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don´t know
How I got all them bitches and don´t want one? Nigga, I don´t know
Why you actin´ slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

I can´t take the clean route, I´m G´d up
They talk down, I´m rich now, lil´ nigga, I can head home
Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena
I´m turnt up, you try and get your face blown

Savage nigga, I don´t know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don´t know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don´t know
Who I´m fuckin´ with, that´s your ho