| You know it’s me |
| Hakeem Himlajuwon |
| Himzel Washington |
| Know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| Him Diesel |
| Splash |
| Ooh-wee |
| Drip |
| Seven in a cup, that’s fourteen hundred (Mhm) |
| Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Mhm) |
| No Airbnb, nigga, real money (Real money) |
| Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' (Trackhawk) |
| That ain’t nothin', niggas gon' touch nothin' (Touch nothin') |
| Fifteen hundred shots in the section, no stuntin' (No stuntin') |
| I ain’t talkin' 'bout bottles, I’m talkin 'bout hollows (Ooh-wee) |
| Almost dropped the blick gettin' twerked by a model |
| She think we together 'til she wake up tomorrow (Ooh-wee) |
| Been wearin' drip, then make 'em follow |
| Been switchin' whips like they was borrowed |
| She got them hips, she must eat gyro |
| I’ll fuck a happy home up, no sorrow |
| Switch on the Glock, now the bitch shoot pyro |
| AR sing, do you wanna hear a high note? (Fah, fah) |
| On saucef (Ooh-wee) |
| Seven in a cup, that’s fourteen hundred |
| Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Yeah, I done it) |
| No Airbn, nigga, real money (Yeah, real money) |
| Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' |
| Trackhawk ain’t nothin, I’ll slide up in a Rolls (In a Rolls) |
| Black Maybach crawl down on fours (On fours) |
| Three drunk bitches in the car suckin' toes (Suckin' toes) |
| Twerkin' for the 'Gram, she done came out her clothes |
| I don’t know, she better not spill my four (My syrup) |
| Got a cream soda, pulled up ice cold (Ice cold) |
| Her name is Amber, we in the Rolls (Woah) |
| For a bitch, switch on the bros (No) |
| That is not part of the code (Oh) |
| My spillers keepin' it drippin' and keepin' it pimpin', that’s just how it goes |
| (She chose) |
| Seven in a cup, that’s fourteen hundred (Splash) |
| Mansion with the pool on the ocean, I done it (Splash) |
| No Airbnb, nigga, real money (Cash) |
| Pull up to the club, leave the Trackhawk runnin' |
| That ain’t nothin', nigga gon' touch nothin' (Can't touch nothin') |
| Fifteen hundred shots in the club, no stuntin' (Fah) |
| I’m talkin' 'bout bullets, not champagne, dummy (Ooh-wee) |