text: Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Murda on the beat, so its not nice
  Yeah, mama built a saint 
  Yeah, countin up the Os, I thank 
  Yeah, lookin at the Os I drank 
  You cant see that on the road, I blank
  Yeah, mama built a saint 
  Yeah, countin up the Os, I thank 
  Yeah, lookin at the Os I drank 
  You cant see that on the road, I blank
  What I bought 
  Im just lookin at this mansion I bought 
  It just came with fifteen rooms and a vault 
  Ocean in the back, top floor a loft , ayy
  We gonna slide today 
  She drowning, swim in the Ace
  Mob ties, no lace, putting young niggas in place 
  Remember back then I finessed on my face 
  JanSport book bag and a throwaway 
  Yeah, mama built a saint 
  Yeah, countin up the Os, I thank 
  Yeah, lookin at the Os I drank 
  You cant see that on the road, I blank
  Nah, lit aint lit for me, yeah, yeah
  A four in Brisk, thats my cup of tea, yeah
  Look behind the blinds, nobody can see, yeah
  Collect the platinum hits like they jewelry, yeah
  I might charge you fifty thousand for the sauce 
  Ace Ventura, Marino, I play with dolphins 
  Count up the deads, no coffin 
  Pullin out that fire, out that arson
  A lot of jelly on this PJ, made it say 4K 
  You niggas round runnin down my juice, I ran it back, OJ 
  Rubber bands make em twerk, diamonds make em twerk 
  Out in LIV every Sunday like you goin to church
  Fuck wrong with these niggas? 
  Yeah, mama built a saint 
  Yeah, countin up the Os, I thank 
  Yeah, lookin at the Os I drank 
  You cant see that on the road, I blank