Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah

Back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah

Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah

Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah

When you live like this, this shit so fun honeybun

When you count that bread, this shit get dough honeybun, up on the

Up on the sofa, catchin' dome woo

I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck skrrt

Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it yeah

I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet yeah, yeah

I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" bop, bop

Yeah, f**k what you sayin', you a lil' b**h, go talk to your mommy

I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks

I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no f**s, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah

I don't give a f**k that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks

All double Givenchy, addicted to bust the bust

Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus oh, yeah

I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a f**k where they layin'

I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain skrrt

B**h, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes

Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak

I don't give a f**k what you say, you can't stay no, no, no

I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve yeah

Any time that I want, b**h, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah

They told me, "Get back," b**h, there's still bills for the birds brr

And f**k what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst dah

No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah pushin' my limits

I'm squeezin' that b**h just like squeezin' some lemons yeah

Ah, f**k what you said, b**h, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah ooh

Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah ooh

Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that b**h in my business oh, yeah

Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them m**r listen to me

'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot woah

I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back

Got them racks in the bag ack

I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "doo-doo-doo-doo" and they dead

I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again yeah

B**h, it's f**k what you said, and it's f**k what you read

I don't give no f**s, b**h, you better off dead yeah

Lizards all slimy like this, b**h, I leave 'em on read

Yeah ooh

Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah

Back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah

Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah

Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah

When you live like this, this shit so fun honeybun

When you count that bread, this shit get dough honeybun, up on the

Up on the sofa, catchin' dome woo

I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck skrrt

Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it yeah

I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet yeah, yeah

I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" bop, bop

F**k what you sayin', you a lil' b**h, go talk to your mommy

I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks

I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no f**s, I'm 'bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah

I don't give a f**k that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks

All double Givenchy, addicted to bust the bust

Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus oh, yeah

I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a f**k where they layin'

I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain skrrt

B**h, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes

Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak

I don't give a f**k what you say, you can't stay no, no, no