text: Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way
  Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon need you some sunblock
  Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
  All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin together, we comin like shottas
  Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, cause she comin through like a goon squad
  I put it on, then its over, I got different designers all over
  Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know its gon be over
  Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier
  Now that you got my attention, you bout to get put on suspension if I see the greed
  Like Im a part of the lynching, got twenty-one chains on my neck, had to go Dominique
  Break the codeine and roll up a leaf, I fuck on his bitch, now she so bossy
  Stella McCartney, Im drippin so nerdy, my fit was a birdie alone, that was it
  Talk a few bales, oh yeah, thats it
  Burnin down Rodeo, oh yeah, thats it
  I could put it on a scale, oh yeah, thats it
  Ballin in Chanel, like a player, thats it
  Rainbow Rollie, oh no, thats it
  Got a bisexual girl, thats it
  Do it professional, girl, thats it
  Treat me like a mayor, oh yeah, thats it
  Put her on a jet at the Clear, thats it
  She got no face, and for me, thats it 
  Im pulling her hair every time, that is it 
  She dont wear no underwear in my crib 
  Every time Im in it, you know Im gon slip 
  Touchin on the water, start matching my wrist 
  Off an X pill, it look like exorcist 
  I aint never tell her was ready for this, thats it 
  Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way
  Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon need you some sunblock
  Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock
  All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin together, we comin like shottas 
  Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, cause she comin through like a goon squad
  I put it on, then its over, I got different designers all over
  Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know its gon be over 
  Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier 
  I walk around, cant get sidetracked
  Walking around with them thigh pads
  Movin so sneaky, my Sace, Venini, my body graffiti 
  Shes tryna blow off my mind, shes tryna get my release 
  Bought her Chanel No. 9, now my girl smell like a peach 
  This aint my second piece, yeah, do you get it?
  Dont aim at your tee, we aim at your fitted 
  We upgrade our choppers, we upgrade the blicks 
  The guns that we got is two seconds, no minutes 
  I got two milli on my chest
  Bitches line up like a contest
  Smokin on Keisha, so I sip
  Im gettin my checks like Nike 
  Molly Off-White, its lightskin
  Countin up mula like Weezy F. Baby 
  I walked in the jeweler and I had to go crazy 
  Surfed in this bitch, Honolulu
  Now she wanna go do voodoo 
  Rich shit, Balenciaga house shoe 
  I trap every day like the rents due 
  For a milli or the Richard Mille gloss
  Look through the ice in this platinum, I did a one-eighty, I went up the wrong way
  Look at the bezel, it twinkle and glisten and shine, you gon need you some sunblock 
  Thousands of grams on grams and certified stones, it came on a timeclock 
  All of my whoadies coyotes, we stickin together, we comin like shottas 
  Put a tracker on that bitch if you love her, cause she comin through like a goon squad 
  I put it on, then its over, I got different designers all over
  Coupes on coupes, chop the top off the Rolls-Royce truck, you know its gon be over 
  Bitch do whatever I say, she on front line, come through like a soldier