text: Yuh, yuh, yuh 
  Ooh, yuh
  Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
  Ayy, yeah
  Yuh, yuh, yuh 
  Yuh, yuh, yuh 
  Hey, ayy, ayy
  Count my cash then I dip off
  I just set my own trends like Im Kriss Kross
  I just fucked a foreign bitch wearin lipgloss
  She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
  Ima go and get that bag while they pissed off
  Oh, yeah, shorty, you aint gotta lie to me
  Must be doin somethin right, see all my enemies
  I be turnt up on these niggas like Im Mr T
  All my bitches stay on fleek, they dont need Maybelline
  Backwoods look like fingers, thats that gasoline
  You hit it once, boy, I promise, gon be hard to breathe
  Bad bitch, fuck me good, dont do wedding rings
  And thats my baby, you fuck with her? Then you fuck with me
  I hit a lick with my bitch, she with anything
  Raf Simons, Rick Owens, she a fashion queen
  I dont judge it cause I know some things just meant to be
  And she drink Henny out the bottle, thats her remedy
  Purple Sprite, baby, you know Im in slow mo
  Oh, she bounced up on my dick like a pogo
  So you know I had to beat it like a bongo
  Call me Sylvester, in that pussy, I go Rambo
  Outsiders, catch the wave, watch out for the tides
  Catch the vibe, took some time, now we in the light
  Me and my baby chasin money, got no time to cry 
  Count my cash then I dip off
  I just set my own trends like Im Kriss Kross
  I just fucked a foreign bitch wearin lipgloss
  She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
  Ima go and get that bag while they pissed off
  Ooh, diamonds shinin like a chandelier
  I aint ever really worried, Ion show no fear
  Bad bitch, takin trips out to MIA
  I think I like her, I dont trust her, I went M.I.A
  All these plays, winnin chips, thats that Frito-Lay
  And Ima ball, never fall, we gon make a way
  I pull up on a nigga like I got some shit to say
  And we like bands, fuck a friend, they get in the way
  True like religions, see no difference, where my competition?
  I had to hustle off the muscle just to say Im livin
  Mama said its green light so its time to get it
  Bad decisions, fuck opinions, why your boy so vivid?
  Not with the bullshit like a nigga name with Scottie Pippen
  I cut you off, baby, I dont do no reminiscin
  Oh, you know she gonna have this shit on repeat
  I feel like John Cena, you cant even see me
  Outsiders, catch the wave, watch out for the tides
  Took some time, caught the vibe, now we in the light
  Me and my baby chasin money, got no time to cry
  They be hatin cause they see we out here on the rise
  I just set my own trends like Im Kriss Kross
  I just fucked a foreign bitch wearin lipgloss
  She just wanna be a boss like she Rick Ross
  Ima go and get that bag while they pissed off