text: Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
  Extra clip in it, nigga, I aint got no aim
  Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
  And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
  Fifty-five hundred, nigga, thats your range
  When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane 
  Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
  Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
  Said Rick Owens boot, they be knee-high, mane
  Now when I look down you know I cant see my ankle
  Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten
  Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
  And I did all of that, dont wanna see her again
  And honestly on to better things, thats her friend
  These niggas groupies, they peons, mane
  King of my city like Leon, mane
  Head of these niggas by eons, mane
  She let me touch for the free-on, mane
  So you know thats a must like Elon, mane
  They was hatin, I was spendin, you was savin
  Man, Im countin up green like a pea pod, mane
  I was holdin down my team like my name was Peyton
  Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
  Cartiers got diamonds all in the middle
  Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane
  Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane
  Everybody got Rollies, thats two-time frames
  I said my side girl tryna be my main
  And I said my main girl keep stalkin my side
  I told her, Shut up and go for a ride 
  In this Rolls-Royce truck
  Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus 
  You can get what you want
  Out the mall, no need to hold me up 
  Rickity-racks thats all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed 
  Im turnt to the max, these lil itty-bitty niggas know its up
  Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
  Extra clip in it, nigga, I aint got no aim
  I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
  And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
  Fifty-five hundred, nigga, thats your range
  When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
  Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
  Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
  I said its up, up, up, uppity 
  Moonwalkin all on the money 
  When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny 
  When I moonwalk, I dont need no twenties
  When it come to the drip, not in front of me 
  Wearin Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
  And my pants, and my socks, and my undies 
  Woah, Im too litty
  Yeah, bitch look like Chinese Kitty 
  1942 in my section, no Remy 
  Took JT out the city 
  I can make a ho get way too sticky
  Yeah, way, way, way too sticky 
  Hold up, dont you got a whole situation? 
  Livin my life, too risky 
  How you doin, Uzi? Im doin great
  I pulled up in the foreign, lets race 
  Yes, I stay with some money on me 
  Only thing in my pocket, big face 
  Its amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist
  Its amazing to me how I spend all this money and I aint even go in my safe 
  Its amazing to me how these niggas dont know me but still find a way just to hate 
  Its amazing to me how back then she aint want me but now she wanna go on a date 
  Its amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the fuck out my face 
  Its amazing to me how Im eatin so much and I still didnt gain no weight 
  Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
  Extra clip in it, nigga, I aint got no aim
  I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
  And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
  Fifty-five hundred, nigga, thats your range
  When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane 
  Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
  Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
  I said its up, up, up, uppity 
  Moonwalkin all on the money 
  When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny 
  When I moonwalk, I dont need no twenties
  When it come to the drip, not in front of me
  Wearin Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
  And my pants, and my socks, and my undies 
  What the f—
  That shit smoking, what the—