text: D.A. got that dope!
  Ice water, turned Atlantic 
  Nightcrawlin in the Phantom 
  Told them hoes that dont you panic
  Took an island, flood the mansion 
  Dropped the roof, more expansion
  Drive a coupe you can stand in 
  See the bitches undercover 
  Im an ass and titty lover 
  Guess we all made for each other
  Now that all the dawgs free 
  And we out in these streets 
  Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
  Pull up in a Demon, on God 
  Lookin like I still do fraud 
  Flyin private jet with the rod 
  This that Z shit, this that Z shit 
  Pull up in a Demon, on God 
  Lookin like I still do fraud 
  Flyin private jet with the rod 
  This that Z shit, this that Z shit 
  Offset!
  Blow the brains out the coupe 
  Police wanna talk, but Im on mute 
  Ima bust her wrist down cause she cute 
  Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool 
  She an addict , addict for the lifestyle and the Patek 
  Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? 
  I be drippin to death, I need a casket 
  And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him 
  In the middle of the field like David Beckham 
  All my niggas locked up, for real, Im tryna help em 
  When I got a mil, got me the chills, dont know what happened 
  Pop pills, do what you feel, Im on that zombie 
  Im more like Gaddafi, Im not no Gandhi 
  Im more like Im David, Goliath runnin 
  Niggas be clonin, I find it funny 
  We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon 
  I go in her mouth, she cant tell me nothin 
  300, the watch is out of your budget 
  Mean-muggin got me clutchin
  Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
  Ice water, turned Atlantic 
  Nightcrawlin in the Phantom 
  Told them hoes that dont you panic
  Took an island, flood the mansion 
  Dropped the roof, more expansion
  Drive a coupe you can stand in 
  Bitches undercover 
  Im an ass and titty lover 
  Guess we all made for each other
  Now that all the dawgs free 
  And we out in these streets 
  Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
  Pull up in a Demon, on God 
  Lookin like I still do fraud 
  Flyin private jet with the rod 
  This that Z shit, this that Z shit 
  Pull up in a Demon, on God 
  Lookin like I still do fraud 
  Flyin private jet with the rod 
  This that Z shit, this that Z shit 
  In a Hellcat cause Im a hell-raiser
  Self-made, I dont owe a nigga nann favor
  When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
  Im slidin in a coupe, aint got no key to start
  I got the fire on me in BET Awards
  When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
  When I pull up in the Buick, you know what Im doin
  If the police get behind me, Im fleein and eludin
  Sleepin on the palette turned me to a savage
  Im a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
  Like I still serve fiends, like Im still jackin
  I be sippin on lean, tryna keep balance
  Hit that Z-Walk, Dickies with my Reeboks
  I dont say much, I just let the heat talk
  Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
  My lil baby ride the dick like a seesaw
  When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
  When I jumped up out the Beam, I was in Celine
  Baby girl, you just a fling, that aint what I mean
  Money bustin out my jeans like I do the scheme
  Pull up in a Demon, on God 
  Lookin like I still do fraud 
  Flyin private jet with the rod 
  This that Z shit, this that Z shit 
  Pull up in a Demon, on God 
  Lookin like I still do fraud 
  Flyin private jet with the rod 
  This that Z shit, this that Z shit 
  Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
  Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
  Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
  Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh