text: Double G buckle tucked under my shirt
  I taste codeine when I burp
  I bought a Bentley forgot it insured
  You just a broke boy, you get on my nerves
  What would I do if the music aint work?
  If I turn my trap phone off, would it still chirp?
  I couldnt tell nouns from a verb
  But I could sell wings to a bird
  I could sell tags to a shirt
  Askin me if you got tickets for sure
  I dont know, Im not sure
  You just got hit with the curve
  I didnt know that girl was yours
  Said that she dont got no boyfriend, but sure
  I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv
  Open the legs, so I had to insert
  Make my own beats, and I write my own words
  Cash found a diamond, tucked under the dirt
  I blew my third check, and second, and first
  Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first
  Me and Body goin half on the chicken
  First we sell it, then we splittin the difference
  I dont got no time to waste on no bitches
  Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes
  Smokin and stackin and countin up green
  I think I need me a money machine
  I heard some fuckboys are plottin on me
  Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans
  Wont forget when no one cared about me
  Talkin but they dont know shit about me
  Mad Im the person they wanted to be
  This aint the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
  Now they lookin at me
  Now everybody, they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
  Now everybody, they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
  Now everybody, they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
  Come in the spot and Im lookin so clean 
  Balmain, thats all on my jeans 
  These niggas mad cause Im gettin that cream 
  Steady be makin them memes
  No, no, no, I dont mean to intervene
  Im a outcast, Im so fresh and so clean 
  I fuck your bitch just to blow off some steam
  Semi-colon; I got low self-esteem 
  Shenaynay, that’s what we call double C
  Oh my goodness, that boy speak to police
  When I see 12, I cant talk, I cant see 
  Shh, shh, shh, fuck nigga, do not bark up the wrong tree
  Her bedroom look like a coffin to me
  On the real, her pussy awesome to me 
  Gag all these niggas that coughin at me
  Turn to Stephen Hawking when the burner asleep
  AKA badder than your whole damn team 
  You couldnt even get close to me in your dreams
  Smokin and stackin and countin up green
  I think I need me a money machine 
  I heard some fuckboys are plottin on me
  Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans 
  Wont forget when no one cared about me
  Talkin but they dont know shit about me
  Mad Im the person they wanted to be
  This aint the shit that they wanted to see, yeah 
  Now they lookin at me
  Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
  Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me
  Now everybody they lookin at me, now they lookin at me