text: Ooh, ooh, ooh
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Racks in the bank, got no complaints 
  In the parking lot 
  Smoking on stank, other words dank 
  Used to drink drank , bitch could not thank 
  I get the brain 
  I...
  Uzis to blame
  Diamonds on chain
  Look at the fangs
  Vampire Mane
  Diamonds on frame, Cartier Dance 
  She look at the stance 
  Yellow laces in the vans 
  Pants came from Japan
  Bitches way up out of France
  Woah
  Pants came from Japan
  Shirt came straight from France 
  Everybody do my dance 
  Bad bitch on me in the stance 
  But not talking bout no socks
  Crack rock, Milly rock 
  Look at the jewelry, I did it so beautifully
  Niggas cant fuck with me, its suicide, nigga come scrutinize
  Im with the Metro, she with the Petro
  Come with the fellow
  She blow like a Cello, said the diamonds is all yellow
  Pants on me like a farmer
  Ten million under armour
  Still do a deal with Nike, then we get cut, not likely
  Stay in your motherfuckin lane, get yall drip and shit
  Stay in your lane, okay?
  Okay, stay in your motherfuckin lane
  Yall aint even got no money to be me
  Yall keep tryna fake me
  Yall keep tryna fake me, talking bout you for the people
  If you dont stay in your lane, dude
  Stay in yall motherfucking lane
  Whole carats, you a whole character, I just got whole carats 
  Stay in your lane dude, you fucker
  Wrist, Voilà, where the magic at?
  Where the kitchen at? 
  Where the attic at?
  Where you hide it at? Where you stash it at?
  Gun go rat-a-tat, nigga leave em flat
  Fuck these niggas out here, sneakin n bein cats
  I dont believe in cats
  Believe in cats
  Ooo, my Gucci hat 
  Your bitch on me hit that bitch from the back
  What you saying? OK, I got bitches and they queens 
  These aint fifteens 
  My rims 10s but I keep em clean 
  Ooh, ooh, ooh
  Oh, yeah, okay, okay, okay
  Diamonds they black, Diamonds they black, sippin that Act 
  You sippin that Wock 
  You sippin that Wock 
  Im not attached, got the jet lag 
  Hold on, I got the jet lag
  Perform in the rain with the Air Mags
  Your bitch all on me, cause I walk around right with the stacks Yeah, ooh, then take it right back
  Getting the money, I get it right back
  That nigga be blackened, just like my Salmon
  Uh, What happened? uh, I dont even know, these niggas lyin
  They just be cappin, what no cap?
  Bad bitch on me from the what?
  Bad bitch on me, I dont want it
  I hit that bitch like the beach, told the bitch I got the wax 
  Bangin that hoe right on wax
  Pull up just right in the Jeep
  But my Jeep, its not a Jeep, it got a, um, B 
   yeah
  Okay, I dont want this, I dont want that 
  I dont want the fame, ooo, I just want the money 
  Count up the hundreds 
  I live how I want, I Do What I Want
  I fuck ya bitch, thats just for fun 
  Huh, what? huh yeah Bad bitch on me, shes like where?
  I get the money, I get the lil paper
  They look at the shit that I wear
  You dig on my dick, and Im drippin this
  Like dissin these niggas, they mad that Im here
  Okay my swaggin so in the air
  So they try to take it out the air
  They try to act just like me
  All of these niggas they copy and paste 
  Now your bitch all in my face
  Fuck that bitch right in my place 
  Got a condo on condo
  Got a crib out in crib
  Got your bitch on my dick
  Pass that bitch to my bro
  She stay on that rib, told that bitch Imma get it
  Put my dick in her ribs
  Movin the shit, smokin gas not the cig
  Your bitch wanna get me
  She all on you but you aint got muscles, you is a twig
  Im gettin the paper
  I dont want that hoe, thats a trick for a treat
  Okay
  Still rappin, still rappin
  And I look like Im still trappin
  Other niggas yeah they still cappin
  Niggas aint have to film nothing
  You aint feel rabid
  You aint feel the wrath of a nigga rockin RAF
  Fuck it, niggas wanna come and act for an autograph out in public
  Thats my party, private party 
  With my Woadies, with your shawty 
  Big ol Glock thats a .40 
  29 Jeans, dont wear a 40
  Dont wear no 40, but hold a .40
  I fucked a milf I think she 40 
  I fucked her daughter, now she my shorty
  Back in the days I blow that haze and drink a 40
  You fucked a milf, 
  You think she 40, 
  I fucked her daughter, I think she 20, 
  I think, on my mind, all I want is money 
  These niggas be funny, and they all be dummies
  Dummies, Dummies, and they bummy
  And my fucking sneakers gummy
  And I fuck it put it inna tummy
  And her Pussy, yummy yummy
  Fucking on it
  Im a fuckin bastard
  Im a fuckin savage
  Man, I had to have it
  Im a playboy though, I stay out the field
  With a bad bitch in a vert headed to the studio
  Niggas tryna surpass, know what Im sayin?