text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
  Yeah, I got it
  Yeah, I got it
  Yeah, okay
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
  Christian Dior, yeah, thats all on my harness
  Your bitch asked me, Do I miss her? I said, Hardly
  She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
  I dont say her name but she ride like a Harley
  Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
  She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
  That nigga said he fucked on a lil bitch
  But that shit that he talkin bout, it is malarkey
  My boys movin babies, my whip got a car seat
  Niggas, they bitches, I cant hear your heartbeat
  My car from the future, it dont got no start key
  My wrist look like Huncho, my neck look like Starchy
  Treat my girls like piano, only play the dark keys
  I love you, you love me, our thing sound like Barney
  Uh, forty thousand spent at Barneys
  Uh, no Armani on my garments
  Yo, whats your name? 
  Have you met my friend Artist? 
  Have you met my friend Artist? 
  Have you met my friend Artist? 
  He be drippin, I be saucin, uh
  Not bout money, why you talkin? Yeah
  Why this lil bitch keep fraudin? Yes
  And she from the city, she from Boston
  Christian Dior, yeah, thats all on my harness
  Your bitch asked me, Do I miss her? I said, Hardly
  She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
  I dont say her name but she ride like a Harley
  Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
  She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
  That nigga said he fucked on a lil bitch
  But that shit that he talkin bout, it is malarkey
  Christian Dior, yeah, thats all on my harness
  Your bitch asked me, Do I miss her? I said, Hardly
  She on my dick and that bitch, she a Barbie
  I dont say her name but she ride like a Harley
  Arch on her back so I call that girl Archy
  She want a pill, yeah, the one that say RP
  That nigga said he fucked on a lil bitch
  But that shit that he talkin bout, it is malarkey