text: Um, uh, niggas be out here, ya see?
  Lets see, uh
  50, yea, 60, yea, 70, 80 
  90, um, 100, 100 fuckin’ racks nigga, 100
  You already know what time it is?
  Nigga, its fuckin Prime Time
  Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse
  Young Black, Black God 
  You are now listening to your girl’s favorite producer, Lowkey Damian 
  Who ever said that I never flex? 
  Who ever said that I love my ex? 
  Who ever said FPS not next? 
  Niggas telling lies, never making no sense 
  You gettin paid in pennies, you only eat at Wendys
  You hate a man you еnvy, but you can never at me 
  Shoot at thе target I bet I wont miss 
  They thought I forgot they all made a diss
  And I aint listen, I know its not shit
  Im still doin big shit and I’m only just a kid 
  But I don’t even care, everywhere I go they stare 
  Cause I’m hotter then a flare, feelin like a fuckin bear 
  I kick my shoes, off, kick, back 
  Unzip, the sack , and flip, that 
  Get, some dabs , and hit that 
  Throw, some jabs, who want that 
  Niggas want action but slept on this beat 
  Shorty real advanced, rockin’ gold teeth 
  Money that come in hella plenty 
  Pull up with the squad, three cars deep
  Miss me with the bullshit, I dont got the time 
  Put in so much work, man, Im on the fuckin grind
  Got bitches on my dick, tryna spend a little time 
  I dont even care, if you leave, Ill be fine 
  Ay, Spouse, Spouse, Spouse 
  Dont make me bring it to your house 
  Already know what Im about, find me off in the South
  I got a bitch out in Miami, I think her name is Tammy
  She nerve as hell, , she said I need a Grammy
  I told her, Thanks, you, I need that
  Now hit the store, I need racks 
  You got ten, you come back 
  Boy, Im a spaz in gold bling 
  Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse
  Cha-ching 
  Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse, Nyora Spouse