text: Haha, yeah
  I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch
  I made you get that Patek first and bust it down, bitch
  I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm, no cap 
  Im a franchise nigga, yup 
  Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game 
  Yeah, I bought my first Rollie servin caine, yeah
  Told your main thing, shit, at least she can pour my cup
  I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup 
  Fully loaded, totin magazine, yup 
  Bitch, Im rollin and Im on codeine, yup 
  Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah
  Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
  I been gettin my chеcks before I knew what was Nikеs 
  Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like Im Tyson
  PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin 
  Take that nigga BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones
  One fifty for the walkthrough, Im totin my gun 
  Me and slatt, slatt, thats Super Slimey shit 
  Swappin hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah 
  Watch so froze, dont know what time it is now, yeah
  Sak pasé, we shootin with confidence 
  Buy a bitch a Birkie, thats a compliment, yeah 
  Ballin like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah 
  Pluto, Freeband Gang 
  Yup, in my white tee 
  Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please 
  Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me 
  On boxes of checks, not my Nikes 
  Cactis, not no iced tea 
  Uh, got em bamboozled like Im Spike Lee 
  Uh, you need more than Google just to find me 
  Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy 
  Incredible, i-i, i-i, general
  I just start the label just to sign me
  Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese 
  Uh, weve been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely 
   Yup, on his white tee, uh 
  Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people 
  Private flight to France, tryna sight-see 
  Popped him in his hands, he was typing 
  Caterpillar Rari, I fold it, lift it up 
  I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup 
  Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the luck 
  Keep that, keep that ho 
  R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke 
  Talk to me nicely 
  Keep her on a chain, that aint like me 
  Scotts with no strings, you cant tie me 
  Im higher than the plane, Im where the Skypes be 
  Yep, in my slime tee 
  Prince, he in his prime, yee 
  Yellowbone too feisty, yee 
  Clean him up, no napkin, yee 
  Yup, in my white tee 
  Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please 
  Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me 
  On boxes of checks, not my Nikes 
  Scuse me
  Backin out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain
  In the corporate buildin Im double-cuppin champagne
  Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name
  Tryna show all my young niggas how to start to believe
  Comin through with no top, she showin the Mickey Ds
  After twelve A.M., come through with a special
  Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels