text: Yeah
  Huh, uh
  Run that back, Turbo
  Yeah
  We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
  Sippin that syrup out the pint, oh
  I got blue cheese out the bank, oh
  Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles
  All the new cribs come with gates, oh
  We not gon let you escape, no
  Racks on my plate, I eat pesos 
  VVS on me look like waterfalls
  Your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off
  The new condo bigger, got taller walls
  Im the real dripper, dont shop at the mall
  Pint in two liters, its hard to dissolve
  For that money, not signing, Im choppin it off
  Stackin these millions, gettin big as the law
  Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh
  Ah, young Charlie Sheen, let the cash talk 
  Drove the coupe so fast I broke the asphalt 
  Took that bag and Im blowin your ass off 
  Ima hop in this spaceship and blast off 
  New four door big body Jaguar 
  Told em Gunna stay fresher than Lysol 
  Told myself and the team this the last lost
  Sippin codeine got me sleepy 
  I see you a hater through 3D 
  It gotta say Maybach, Mercedes 
  You want you a show, need to pay me 
  Wasnt old enough, wish I sold dope in the 80s
  I know for sure Id be whippin the baby 
  Fuckin the shit out your ho, make her crazy 
  Play with them sticks like Im born in Lil Haiti
  Found me a bag, this shit fat like a maze
  One of one jeans, these the only ones made 
  All of this ice, it must be a ice age 
  My future too bright, gotta keep us some shade 
  She wan rock the mic, put the dick in her face
  I fuck with your type, we can fuck and get paid 
  Designer my life but I still rock the Js 
  I ran it up, set a price for my name 
  We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
  Sippin that syrup out the pint, oh
  I got blue cheese out the bank, oh
  Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles
  All the new cribs come with gates, oh
  We not gon let you escape, no
  Racks on my plate, I eat pesos 
  VVS on me look like waterfalls
  Your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off
  The new condo bigger, got taller walls
  Im the real dripper, dont shop at the mall
  Pint in two liters, its hard to dissolve
  For that money, not signing, Im choppin it off
  Stackin these millions, gettin big as the law
  Hey, huh, your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off
  If she fuck me, gotta fuck my dawgs
  I pour up some lean mixed with Adderall
  Too many racks in these jeans, stuff some more in my drawers
  I got my drip from Japan, cant find this in the mall
  He done ran up them bands, how you do that, Yung Mal?
  Had to stay down through the summer, the winter, the spring, and the fall
  I got too many bitches, cant answer they calls
  Too many spots, we at condos and lofts 
  Too many whips, spent two-fifty on cars
  Too much of this drip, make em eat up the sauce 
  Too many slimes, you forever get crossed
  Too many crimes cause Im never gon talk
  Aint goin broke, bitch, I got racks in the vault
  Private jet, you know we flyin the Hawk
  Me and Gunna spent a dime in New York
  Still play with that fork when they think its a drought
  Got some racks on me now, got some more at the house
  Went and did a show, I left your ho at the house
  I stay ready for war if you know it or not, uh
  Sippin that syrup out the pint, yeah
  They want me to lose but I cant, nah
  We got too many sticks, yeah, we ready for war
  Sippin that syrup out the pint, oh
  I got blue cheese out the bank, oh
  Yves Saint Laurent to my ankles
  All the new cribs come with gates, oh
  We not gon let you escape, no
  Racks on my plate, I eat pesos 
  VVS on me look like waterfalls
  Your bitch on my dick, I cant get her off
  The new condo bigger, got taller walls
  Im the real dripper, dont shop at the mall
  Pint in two liters, its hard to dissolve
  For that money, not signing, Im choppin it off
  Stackin these millions, gettin big as the law