| Just stay with your head and be cool |
| Don’t reach for no fucking tool |
| I’ll put your ass on the news |
| Four pockets filled up with blues |
| I’m poppin' these fuckin' blues |
| They be copying everything that I do |
| I spent a three ball on my shoes |
| I’m finna get that Bentley with no roof, yeah |
| You know, for this Maybach, got the title approved |
| I don’t ever play around with my loot |
| I’m in the house, I don’t go to stu’s |
| Told that bitch, «Call me back, I’m in the booth» |
| Soldier, made it out of the booth |
| Most of my niggas, they be loose screws |
| You know I don’t go nowhere without my tool |
| Bling, blaow |
| I got these diamonds in my fuckin' tooth |
| On a light day, I pour up two |
| I’m in my feelings just like you |
| I get to striking at that dude |
| If you try playing me like I’m a fool |
| All you get to hearing is that bass boom |
| Boom, I spent this check on a pair of shoes |
| Leave his ass leakin', no, I never lose |
| Check out my muhfuckin' whip, yeah this bitch cost a brick |
| And me and my partners ain’t beefing 'bout bitches |
| 'Cause me and my partners come straight out the trenches |
| I’m losing myself to this cup and these bitches |
| I’m standing on business, I’m getting my riches |
| Yeah, I’m in this bitch bothered, straight off of the bitches |
| I went and got an AP, I didn’t want no Richard |
| I’m through, this bitch trippin' |
| Ain’t catching me slippin', I’m ballin' like Pippen |
| I fly with the birds, you know I’m the lieutenant |
| Got the Maybach frames and the bitch would be tinted but the whip ain’t tinted |
| you see who up in it |
| I met them niggas, get in, they go spinnin' |
| They hit at your fitted, ain’t leaving no witness |
| I’m really out high and my bitch think I’m trippin' |
| But I think I’m chillin' |
| But I’m a lil' villain |
| I’m breaking their necks when I walk in the building |
| You thought I was finished, I’m high as the ceiling |
| I hop on the beat, no, I’m never missing |
| When I check the squeezin', no, I’m never missing |
| Yeah, I got my blicky 'cause I’m never slipping |
| You reach for my wrist and then you can go missing |
| Yeah, you can go missing |
| Just stay with your head and be cool |
| Don’t reach for no fucking tool |
| I’ll put your ass on the news |
| Four pockets filled up with blues |
| I’m poppin' these fuckin' blues |
| They be copying everything that I do |
| I spent a three ball on my shoes |
| I’m finna get that Bentley with no roof, yeah |
| You know, for this Maybach, got the title approved |
| I don’t ever play around with my loot |
| I’m in the house, I don’t go to stu’s |
| Told that bitch, «Call me back, I’m in the booth» |
| Soldier, made it out of the booth |
| Most of my niggas, they be loose screws |
| You know I don’t go nowhere without my tool |
| Bling, blaow |
| I got these diamonds in my fuckin' tooth |
| On a light day, I pour up two |
| I’m in my feelings just like you |
| I get to striking at that dude |
| If you try playing me like I’m a fool |
| All you get to hearing is that bass boom |
| Boom, I spent this check on a pair of shoes |
| Leave his ass leakin', no, I never lose |