text: Yeah, yeah, slime
  Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty
  Gucci rag for my , they look dirty, yeah
  Yeah
  Jeffery
  I cant do nothin with that bitch the way she flodgin 
  Wrapped a million up, aint none of my dogs starvin 
  Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 
  Couple hoes, they ménage à trois me 
  Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty 
  I got thirty new bitches like Im Curry 
  Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 
  I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains 
  Okay, if you seen her with me you know she workin 
  Okay, I just spent a quarter mil on purses 
  I have never settled for a bitch that swerves me 
  Oh, yeah, oh
  Yeah, Balenciaga Triple S, the furs with em 
  My niggas call me CVS, I keep the syrup with me 
  Purple Act, purple kush, purple Percs, nigga 
  I tote Fear of God by the jeans with the skirts, nigga 
  I was badmon way before you jerked, nigga 
  I know Chanel personal work cellular
  I know, Im the GOAT, I know
  All four of my pockets got the Klumps, Im Eddie Murphy 
  Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty 
  I got thirty new bitches like Im Curry 
  Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 
  I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains 
  Yeah, I cant do nothin with the bitch, just know she stalkin 
  Wrapped a million up, aint none of my niggas starvin 
  Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 
  Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in 
  How the hell my trunk fit a whole engine? 
  Im tryna see if my pockets can fit a whole million 
  Niggas be plottin, the reason I tote a semi 
  YSL my partners, we back to back in these Bentleys 
  You niggas keep stealin my drip, Ima need a percentage 
  Just got some head from your bitch, I aint even wanna hit it 
  Mix Hi-Tech red with this Act, I feel like like a chemist 
  Pop a jaw to your dome, bring it back, yeah, slatt business 
  Slime was the first to take me cross the border 
  Walked inside of Saks and spent a quarter 
  Ride on the back of your ho like a spoiler 
  Young GunWunna a GOAT in that order 
  Me and Booka Loc bout to go to Bora Bora 
  Rode the four-door Porsche and it had my voice hoarse 
  Went to fifty states and back on a world tour 
  Human Races, I came a long way from Diadoras 
  I just made one of my bitches take my other bitch some paper out in LA
  Yeah, I just made one of my girls take my other girl some paper out in LA
  Told them they have a two-way til I arrive
  Told them they have a two-way til I arrive, yeah 
  All my guys mob-tied 
  Gucci rag for my shoes, they look dirty 
  I got thirty new bitches like Im Curry 
  Bought the Rolls-Royce and came through Bleveland swerving 
  I just wiped my dick off with the Rolls-Royce curtains 
  Yeah, I cant do nothin with the bitch, just know she stalkin 
  Wrapped a million up, aint none of my niggas starvin 
  Rolly-polly with that TEC-9, the carbon 
  Couple hoes, they ménage à trois-in