Uh, YSL tag on my tee (this t-shirt)

Balenciaga, my feet (my kicks)

No cap, I'm really on fleek (on fleek)

No rap, I'm still on my G's (my G's)

I doubt you really a P, n***a

Bite my swag for a week (for a week)

You'll probably get a bag for the price of a feat'

Aye, need me a karat (a karat)

Only way they gon' know I'm established (I'm established)

Pass the phone to my b***h for my caption (and get dumped)

Pass the phone to his clique when he cappin' (ew, joke)

That boy a goofy, loosies

Yeah, I'm still humble but check out the blue cheese (cheese)

Yeah, I want head but I'm feelin' the coochie (straight up)

Yeah, they still hatin', it ain't nothin' to me (why?)

I spent a whole lot of begs on denim (denim)

Put pain on his verse, I don't feel him (huh?)

Why he act like a bitch, huh?

Talkin' 'bout opps, ain't nobody tryna kill him (hell nah)

Double Lamb in the car, I don't even wanna spin 'em

This a real banana clip, I don't even wanna peel 'em

Came up with the drip, I don't think I could spill (no, no, no, no)

It's 20K for my face in the buildin'

Walk in the spot with a, ooh, pass me the boof

I'm with a boo, promise this hoe, keep on touchin' my jewels

He got no money, and she want the money

So, she gettin' horny right off of the blues

I got it on me (on me)

Every link on my body a trophy, n***a

You do not know me (hell nah)

Better watch your bop, lil' homie

She tryna come to the streets

Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (this t-shirt, nigga)

Balenciaga, my feet (these kicks)

No cap, I'm really on fleek (fleek)

No rap, I'm still on my G's (g's)

I doubt you really a P, n***a

Bite my swag for a week

You'll probably get a bag for the price of a feat'

Ayy, bag for the price of a feat'

Mike Dimes big G, seven Os on me (hold on)

Yeah, fettucine, Mardi Gras with a model

She bad but don't think she a three (I don't think)

I be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin', get to the green

Count a hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, don't use machines

You be chasin' pussy? Don't be comin' to me (huh?)

I be runnin' from it, got too many on me (why?)

I got bags for sale, go and crack the seal

Y'all be gassin' junky niggas just 'cause they smack a bell

Promise they whack as hell, I don't like none of these niggas

In the same bracket as all of these niggas (shut up)

I don't even wanna talk to these niggas (no)

I'ma sit in silence, countin' my figures (yeah)

Payin' bitches just to be in they captions

No cap, no lie (no lie), I can't be with them guys (why)

(Niggas be suckin' dick, so they get on their knees)

No cap, no lie (no lie), I can't be with them guys (why?)

(I charge a whole lick for two-point-five)

No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys (why?)

(Know they all the same with a whole lotta guys)

No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys

(Bitch nigga, I be fuckin' your wife)

No cap, no lie

I got YSL tag on my tee

And Balenciaga, my feet

That's no cap, I'm really on fleek

No rap, I'm still on my G's

I doubt you really a P, n***a