text: Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah
  Damn, Lil Uzi turned to the man 
  Pull up, no Range, this a Lamb 
  Pull up on me, you get faint 
  She drop to her knees, use no hands 
  Run through the money, toe jam 
  Saw what you got in your savings 
  Got more than that in my stash 
  Thumb through the money and laugh 
  Grab your lil bitch and slow dance 
  Thousand dollar for my pants 
  Twenty thousand my left pocket 
  Ten thousand in my right pocket 
  Dolly come through with the MAC, aye 
  Uzi come through, digi dash, aye 
  Chichi come through with the strap, aye 
  Dora come through, aye
  Dolly come through with the swag 
  Chichi come through with the bag 
  Uzi come through with the TEC 
  Pablo gon finish the rest
  We stackin these checks, and we movin like chess
  Me and Lil Dolly, we doggin your bae
  Throw them in a cuff, and keep her from me
  I took your man, and he got my name
  Send him VVS, yeah, double choke chain
  Plain Mary Jane
  House in the Hills, LA livin
  Money in the ceiling, walking on a million
  Ridin in a Bentley, foreign ass chain
  Now I pop my drip, Ima top my drip
  You gon watch my drip, you gon cop my drip
  You gon sauce my drip, you gon claim my drip
  You gon eat my drip, you gon ride on off with it
  24 karat, red gold
  We dont fuck with you niggas, you really some hoes
  Chain on my neck, it make my heart cold
  Im a slime ass nigga, Ill wipe a nigga nose
  Kickin shit like I got steel toes
  I tripped and it still sold
  Dont play with that fuck shit, that what we got trips for
  I need a Dolly-Dolly, I got a truck load
  Rappers remind me of CB4
  Hit the plug for the stash, Gusto 
  They kidnap for ransom, they cut throat 
  All of my niggas they cut throat
  They rather put you on a boat load
  All of my niggas some convicts
  Walk around with the hammers and sticks
  I send my young niggas, full blitz
  Lil Chichi gon pull up and handle this shit
  Pablo gon send em from Eastwyck
  My slime niggas got me seasick
  Diamond boogas, yeah you bitches cant see it
  Red bottoms how Im kickin this shit
  Rollie bezzle, take a look at my wrist
  YSL, nigga you know that we rich
  Chichi gon come with the case like a brick
  Dolly came through with the MAC
  Chichi came straight from the back
  Uzi came through with the bag
  We gonna sit back and laugh
  YSL, yeah, we the fam
  Poppin these percocet, been through the 
  Add it up, count it up then I just dab
  We was havin money way before rap
  All theses niggas do is flex and they cap
  Millions to billions, lil bitch, yeah we spend
  I flex on these niggas, then we cop a Benz
  Small circle nigga, dont need no new friends
  All of my niggas surround me, some kins
  We fuck up the clubs you niggas is in
  They know that we having C Cartier lens
  FEM watches and diamonds they kiss
  YSL, yeah you know that we lit