text: Told her to put that shit on
  Told her to put that shit on
  Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one
  Dark-ass shades, haters cant see my face
  Secure my vibe, hater get out my space
  Foreign my car, hold on, foreign my bitch, okay
  Big-ol guns, hitters on deck, dont play
  Just checking my funds, 
  Heart frozen, you can tell Im a product of the motherfucking slums
  Strap in my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, 
  Comme des Garçons with the Rick Owens on me, show em how to put this shit on
  Ima show em how put this shit on
  Fashion show at Louis Vuitton
  I put Dior on my Jordan 1s
  I put the Rolls Royce droptop down
  Got a nice breeze and I feel the sun
  Biscotti weed coming out my lungs
  Get a lot of Gs, I can spend em for fun
  She never seen, now Im one over one
  Young Gunna, Young Gunna the one
  He talking real tough like he never been stung
  I hope that lil boy know I come with a gun
  Slimy and shady, dont back down for none
  I count up it daily, unlimited funds
  {?} the money gon come
  I still got a habit, they thought I was done
  Dark-ass shades, haters cant see my face
  Secure my vibe, hater get out my space
  Foreign my car, hold on, foreign my bitch, okay
  Big-ol guns, hitters on deck, dont play
  Just checking my funds, 
  Heart frozen, you can tell Im a product of the motherfucking slums
  Strap in my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, 
  Comme des Garçons with the Rick Owens on me, show em how to put this shit on
  Dark-ass shades
  Ima show em how to put this shit on
  Big rackades
  Ima show em how to put this shit on
  Jumped right off the ship now Im warm
  Amiri my britches, I dior my kicks, Ima show em how to put this shit on
  My bitch cant wear 
  Need a six to perform
  My lil college freak like fucking in her dorm
  When I put the gang on a charm
  With Gunna and I got a gun
  Put that shit on, I do that for fun, been doing it since I was young
   Im shining on time
  Wipe that boy nose, when he know I was slime
   dripper, cant fuck with your kind
  My diamonds, they blind
  Thats why I gotta rock...
  Dark-ass shades, haters cant see my face
  Secure my vibe, hater get out my space
  Foreign my car, hold on, foreign my bitch, okay
  Big-ol guns, hitters on deck, dont play
  Just checking my funds, 
  Heart frozen, you can tell Im a product of the motherfucking slums
   my palms, gorilla in the streets, yeah, 
  Comme des Garçons with the Rick Owens on me, show em how to put this shit on