text: Yeah
  Run that back, Turbo
  Yeah
  I told Gunna, Its your time to eat 
  These rappers cornballs, they tellin lies on beats
  Fuck a suit and tie, I got drip on me 
  Bitch, we got mob ties, better not flip on me 
  Bitch, we got frog eyes on that Bentley B 
  Im rockin minks and chinchillas to my knees
  My brother NAV told me, Its our time to eat 
  We got mob ties and you better not switch on me 
  I cut my line, I cant talk to you for free 
  I got ten shows and they go for twenty a piece 
  I had two hoes last night suckin me to sleep 
  I pay Hunchos for that presidential suite 
  I pay for everythin, these bitches can’t call me cheap 
  Buy my bitch a Rolex, now I don’t hear her speak 
  I know everythin keep my ear to the streets 
  And every time I pop a seal, Im payin a fee
  I called my dentist, told him, Put diamonds inside my teeth
  My life high maintenance, so my foreign come with speed 
  I cop the Plain Jane AP, cost 40 Gs 
  My drip insane, it’s hard for me to get beached 
  I told Gunna, Its your time to eat 
  These rappers cornballs, they tellin lies on beats
  Fuck a suit and tie, I got drip on me 
  Bitch, we got mob ties, better not flip on me 
  Bitch, we got frog eyes on that Bentley B 
  Im rockin minks and chinchillas to my knees
  My brother NAV told me, Its our time to eat 
  We got mob ties and you better not switch on me 
  I’m in that Bach behind a curtain, gettin top 
  I can never buy a Birkin for a thot 
  Had a coupe, hard, top turned to a drop
  I walked in and bought all the Gucci socks
  I got fancy VS, yellow diamond rocks
  Made myself a boss, aint punchin on the clock
  Mixed the Gucci with the Raf, my white is off
  Me and Gunna the same, we cut from a different cloth
  Shoppin in London, I like European cloth 
  Stacked up my money and I made myself a boss 
  Openin Ceremony Leatherman Trench, when I walk 
  Move to the penthouse and let my ex keep the loft
  Im drippin in VLONE, I got XO on my socks
  Got some young boy sippin on Fanta, ready to pop
  I’m the real deal, I’m talkin the talk and walkin the walk 
  If I can’t get no red, I’ll probably be sippin on Wock
  Told her give me head, aint wanna hear her talk 
  Now I got a key, one in her head, inside my Glock 
  YSL, XO, Gunna drippin like a mop 
  Had fell in love with syrup, Im sippin red and Wock 
  I told Gunna, Its your time to eat 
  These rappers cornballs, they tellin lies on beats
  Fuck a suit and tie, I got drip on me 
  Bitch, we got mob ties, better not flip on me 
  Bitch, we got frog eyes on that Bentley B 
  Im rockin minks and chinchillas to my knees
  My brother NAV told me, Its our time to eat 
  We got mob ties and you better not switch on me 
  Yo