text: Wheezy outta here 
  Yeah
  Gunna spittin words like a mothafuckin poet 
  Told em, Press start, Ima go ahead and record 
  Push one button, I could close up the doors 
  Made a few millions, give a fuck about the Forbes 
  Drippin all the children, nigga, used to couldnt afford 
  I was in the trenches rockin Gucci and Dior
  BET was trippin, how I didnt get an award? 
  You got me a annoyed
  Double park the Urus, Ill pull up, Ventador 
  Travel like a tourist, had to fly to Bora Bora
  Shows around one-fifty, but they paid a lil more 
  Me and Wheezy wave, fuckin bitches on the shore 
  We aint come to play, is you with it, are you sure? 
  Smokin like a train, you can smell it in my pores 
  Cup full of codeine, you can smell it when I pour 
  All I drink is oil
  Im spendin on designer when Im shoppin in New York 
  Goin shoppin one stop fore I stop at the resort 
  You gon never get it if your feature money short 
  Wake up to a threesome in the penthouse on the Nawf 
  Rick Owens denims, show my sneakers like they shorts 
  Gunna spit venom, you can hear it in his voice 
  Tried me and I killed him, I didnt really have no choice
  Im showin no remorse
  Cant see nothin but the money like a blindfold
  Two watches cause Im in two different time zones
  She like the way I fuck her, have her mind blown
  She stalkin, had to let her hear the dial tone
  Im crissin with these crosses yeah, its all chrome
  We cookin with that chopper, send your dawg home
  Been livin, Ima paint the Bentley rose gold
  Beginnin and we headed up a long road
  Yeah 
  You can hear the money in my voice
  Ventador, 2020, I aint have a choice
  And I got a Urus, we the Lamborghini Boys
  I been gettin millions, I aint trippin bout awards, yeah
  Watchin what I do, I got endorsements
  Certified dripper, me and Gunna walk on water, yeah
  Middle finger ring cost a quarter
  Prolly one the flyest young niggas out of Georgia
  I been goin in, all you gotta do is record me
  Niggas actin like bitches, always keepin shit corny
  Get a nigga whacked for a new pair of Jordans
  Hoppin on the plane, Im landin in the mornin
  Niggas aint gang, nah, Ill never let em join us
  How you go from Section 8 to ridin in a foreign?
  Im only gon hit it and forget it if its borin
  I been sippin syrup all day, just pourin
  Sold out dates, back to back like Im tourin
  I just left a Hawks game, me and bae floorin
  I aint miss the Jordans for this pair of Diors
  Youngin on fire, I aint passin the torch
  I was hood rich, now I passed em on Forbes
  Yeah, nigga tried to play me like a toy, damn
  Now I feel bad for your boy, yeah
  Cant see nothin but the money like a blindfold
  Two watches cause Im in two different time zones
  She like the way I fuck her, have her mind blown
  She stalkin, had to let her hear the dial tone
  Im crissin with these crosses yeah, its all chrome
  We cookin with that chopper, send your dawg home
  Been livin, Ima paint the Bentley rose gold
  Beginnin and we headed up a long road