text: Yeah, yah
  Uh
  Run that back, Turbo
  Yeah
  I tote a TEC cause niggas be shady
  And a surfboard cause were really wavy
  I need some love to go with this hate
  Give mama a hug, we finally made it
  We puttin Ms in all the Mercedes
  Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
  Bitches aint shit, bet not trust your old lady
  Business is business, so you gotta pay me
  Uh, Bentleys on Bentleys, we mob through the A
  Benjis on Benjis, we stack every day
  Business is business, so you gotta pay
  New Lamborghinis make me wanna race
  Still eat fettuccine Im stuck in my ways
  My bed Tempur-Pedic, I fuckin get paid
  My flow a disease, kill these rappers like AIDS
  Yves St. Laurent on the lens of my shades
  Gunna back up, I was goin through a phase
  I doubled up and got my bitches straight
  You learned how to drip from you watchin my page
  Niggas be tossin, somebody decay
  Off-Whited the coupe and the inside is beige
  I pop this shit like Ive been doin for ages
  So many dead faces I got me a grave
  YSL, nigga say Slatt every day
  I pop me a pill, one got stuck in my throat
  This Rollie a Presi, I dont need to vote
  Your ho super ready, she at my condo
  I stay with that 9, they should call me Marlo
  Im the greatest of all, my emoji is goat
  Bouncin my life, got my back off the rope
  Too real I cant turn my back on the bros
  I tote a TEC cause niggas be shady
  And a surfboard cause were really wavy
  I need some love to go with this hate
  Give mama a hug, we finally made it
  Puttin Ms in all the Mercedes
  Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
  Bitches aint shit, bet not trust your old lady
  Business is business, so you gotta pay me
  Brought out a dub and Im ready to spend it
  You dropped the ball I got it, we winnin
  Spaceship for a car that aint rented
  They know who I am, I aint walkin through Lenox
  It didnt take long, I ran up them racks
  Bought it, aint like it, aint takin it back
  I shoulda playin linebacker, I want a sack
  I got this cheetah print all on my jacket
  I got the belt and the shoes to match it
  Im from the hood, Im keepin my ratchet
  My bitch the baddest, she aint bougie, she ratchet
  I get him flipped, then I buy him a casket
  Im servin real, I aint just singin, rappin
  I got on Soldier Res, theyre classics
  I got a 31 doin gymnastics
  I sold a brick, it was still in the package
  Sixty five hundred was spent on this coat
  I dont wanna fuck her just want the throat
  Im savin my money, I aint goin broke
  Dont want no handouts, that shit aint no joke
  They listen up when I speak, Im the pope
  Im bringin cash, aint payin no notes
  I got the stick just in case they want smoke
  I tote a TEC cause niggas be shady
  And a surfboard cause were really wavy 
  I need some love to go with this hate
  Give mama a hug, we finally made it 
  Puttin Ms in all the Mercedes
  Spend a whole M in the mall, boy you crazy
  Bitches aint shit, bet not trust your old lady 
  Business is business, so you gotta pay me