text: Yeah
  Woo, woo 
  Woo, woo 
  Woo, woo, woo 
  Woo , woo, woo, woo, woo, woo 
  Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
  Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
  Im with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
  Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
  Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch 
  All this money make me wan hit my Diddy Bop
  Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots 
  At the dealer, I cant pull this shit off the lot
  Me and my boys, you know that we sharin thots
  I got niggas that be movin the tan rock
  Thats the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
  Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
  Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin cop
  Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin spot
  Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot 
  Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
  Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butterscotch
  Dove bars, yeah, they choppin that soap a lot
  Got my money, then I had to just flood the block 
  Im the only one that fucked on that bitch
  But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block 
  Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
  We got shooters thats gon pull up and X your block 
  Woo, woo, woo, woo 
  Makin money like a nigga dont need to drop
  One eye open, Luminati like Fetty Wap
  Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock
  Throwin money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
  Gettin guala, they dont know when the fetti stop
  Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
  She look good, but she wear Fashion Nova
  Took her shoppin, put her right in some Vetements
  Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York
  But I took her right down right in LA
  Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
  Intersection probably where, um, the felons be
  Im on Rodeo, it aint shit you could tell to me
  And Im on a boat, it aint shit you could sell to me
  Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
  Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
  Im with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
  Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
  Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
  All this money make me wan hit my Diddy Bop
  Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
  At the dealer, I cant pull this shit off the lot
  Me and my boys, you know that we sharin thots
  I got niggas that be movin the tan rock
  Thats the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
  Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
  Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin cop
  Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin spot
  Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
  I was chillin with the niggas you fear a lot
  Highbridge, I was just right there on the block
  What do they got in common with Uzi? 
  We get money and we fucked up just on your thots 
  Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot
  Im so lit, I could make your whole strip hot
  Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan body rock
  Yeah, your bitch, she a thotty, old thotty-thot
  Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top
  This Chanel, no, I dont wear no Baccarat
  Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat
  Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock
  Im in Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks
  Slidin all on the ice like a hockey shot
  Seventeen-five for a t-shirt
  He got half like he pulled up just with a crop, woah
  Gators on me, you cant catch me in bummy Crocs
  Im a hare all on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop
  Hugh Hefner died, so I cant get bunny top
  I can never die unless all my money stops
  Fuckin all on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot
  When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
  Countin up my millions, you know its up a lot 
  Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
  Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
  Im with my boys, and no, we do not Milly Rock
  Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
  Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
  All this money make me wan hit my Diddy Bop
  Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
  At the dealer, I cant pull this shit off the lot
  Me and my boys, you know that we sharin thots
  I got niggas that be movin the tan rock
  Thats the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
  Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
  Drive-by on a rat, you a walkin cop
  Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin spot
  Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot