| Started out local, but I ain’t motherfuckin' local |
| Got two million worth of jewelry on one of six sofas |
| Got a pocket full of fifties like a damn club promoter |
| And these crackers wanna see me on a Most Wanted poster |
| Who are you supposed to be? ('Posed to be?) |
| Say that you’s an OG, but really |
| Nigga you just O. V, O. V |
| I’m cooking dope in L. V, Louis |
| Remix a brick in double G’s, Gucci |
| I just sold a thousand P’s in Fendi |
| My sweater and my drawers and my jeans Burberry |
| Coconut Cîroc mixed with molly cranberry |
| (Wasted!) Coconut |
| (Wasted!) Coconut Cîroc |
| (I'm Wasted!) Coconut |
| (Wasted!) Coconut Cîroc mixed with molly cranberry |
| Just to stand next to me, gotta be initiated |
| I’m in here with the plug, tell the hoe to get naked |
| She wanna fuck the kid, I tell her, «Baby, be patient.» |
| She say her name’s «Asia», but she don’t look Asian |
| Remember being broke, a nigga not having shit |
| True hit me with a split, I pulled the |
| Hermes belt, just to hold my Trues up |
| Dirty forty shawty, if you move you’ll get bust |
| Phone going crazy, I just had a good rush |
| I was standing on the corner from the dawn 'til the dusk |
| Ayy, this an Audemars beat, I’ll drop you for a fee |
| Got a condo right by Lenox just to fuckin' smoke weed (Strong) |
| Drunker than a motherfucker throwin' bands up |
| On that Coconut Cîroc, and I’m pourin' Xans up |
| I’m a get-money nigga, go and put your hands up |
| I’m a get-money, bitch, let me see you stand up |
| Coconut |
| Coconut Cîroc |
| Coconut |
| Coconut Cîroc mixed with molly cranberry |