| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | 
| Uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, uh | 
| Yeah, uh, uh | 
| Yeah, ayy | 
| I wanna hit from behind | 
| While you take a couple lines | 
| Gimme good brain like Einstein | 
| I know you heard it’s my time | 
| You see my people keep dyin' | 
| And it don’t make New York Times | 
| This shit like Math and Division | 
| You gotta carry the nine | 
| She say, «Hey, do you do lines?» | 
| I say, «No, I don’t do lines» | 
| She say, «Can I be your wife?» | 
| I say, «No, just do my guys» | 
| My partner’s trappin' the zips | 
| The nicks, and even the dimes | 
| Can’t even trust your best friend | 
| I swear these niggas so slime | 
| I hate when bitches be lyin' | 
| I love when bitches be fine | 
| Just 'cause you sippin' the lines | 
| Don’t mean you spittin' your rhymes | 
| I keep the baddest, the Spanish, and fattest up in V Live | 
| I keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind | 
| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her | 
| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah | 
| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba | 
| The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha | 
| Oh baby, you so fine | 
| I might make you one of mine | 
| That’s why you don’t even be tryin' | 
| That lips and don’t wear design | 
| She freaky pull out my jawn | 
| She freaky pull out my jawn | 
| I gotta close all my blinds | 
| I get more head than salons | 
| She say, «Hey, do you do lines?» | 
| I say, «No, I don’t do lines» | 
| She say, «Can I get the steak?» | 
| I say «Go 'head, get the prime» | 
| My partner’s throwin' gang signs | 
| My vato’s throwin' gang signs | 
| They say these hoes be for everybody | 
| That’s cool, they not mine | 
| I’m screamin' free all the guys | 
| You seen the pain in our eyes | 
| The police, they a disguise | 
| They KKKing for life | 
| I just might take your advice | 
| Finesse and shootin' some dies | 
| I promise she ain’t my type | 
| You better go get your wife | 
| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her | 
| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah | 
| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba | 
| The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha | 
| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her | 
| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah | 
| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba | 
| The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha | 
| Cleopatra’s in my bathroom doin' lines | 
| Yeah, my ex bitch ask how I’m doin', I’m doin' fine | 
| Yeah, my shoe designed by Louis Vuitton | 
| I take a trip out to Milan | 
| She actin' new like Jimmy Neutron | 
| She topped me in the Uber | 
| She said, «Do you do lines?» | 
| I said, «No I don’t do lines» | 
| I said, «Baby, are you blind?» | 
| Look there’s a cork in my wine | 
| Just like support, girl, I grind | 
| I’m tryna stack dollar signs | 
| I hit that bitch without tryin' | 
| I hit that bitch from the spine | 
| If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her | 
| Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah | 
| Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba | 
| The-then we goin' to One Up like icha gicha gicha gicha |