text: Yeah 
  We tear it up, tear it up, tear it up
  Yeah
  Fuck from the back, hit her once, thats a wrap 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  Water on my neck, swim through that, thats a lap 
  Fuck from the back, hit her once, thats a wrap 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  Water on my neck, swim through that, thats a lap 
  Fendi knapsack, while Im spittin Fendi facts 
  I dont want you back, you a thot, you a nat 
  Just like his bitch ass, that fuck nigga will get clapped 
  Put a pause on that, you still broke, you aint back 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack
  I could never change, gotta stick to my routine
  Ima hit it once, then you know I gotta leave
  Got addictive personality, I turned into a fiend
  Okay, my money sky blue, but my new coupe is slime green
  My boys whip work til the white turn all tan 
  Saw a minivan followin my brand new Lamb 
  I had a F and an N in my hand 
  All my bitches tens, no, I do not fuck no fans
  I was checkin my DMs, found out she was a man 
  I cant DM, never, ever again 
  Lucien on my vision, thats the only thing thats tran 
  Okay, okay, nigga, lets get it
  Got your bitch on my top just like a fitted 
  I dont want it no more, then I gotta clip it
  Balmain jeans, on the front got the zipper
  My ice game got cold, got sicker
  Im a Leo like lion, Im Simba
  Stand on my money, Im tall like a center
  June and July cold just like December
  Its too low, then the car, I lift it
  I know baby girl miss my drip, yeah
  Girl, your breath stink, need a spearmint, many 
  You need to go and take a minute
  But your ass fat, lemme go for the finish
  Overseas, Im eatin croissants
  Told a fuck nigga, Dont touch my crumpet 
  She a lil thot, cant wife no bird
  Four years, I aint touch no chick
  Whip back-to-back, back-to-back, back-to-back 
  Bentley, Hellcat, new Lambo and Maybach 
  I cant talk on the phone, think my shit is tapped 
  Fuck from the back, hit her once, thats a wrap 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  Water on my neck, swim through that, thats a lap 
  Fendi knapsack, while Im spittin Fendi facts 
  I dont want you back, you a thot, you a nat 
  Yes, thats them racks, thats them racks, thats them racks 
  Your jeans, they too fat, man, them shits, they relaxed
  I got on Dior, and my skinnies, they all black
  If we serve the sack, then we take that shit right back 
  650 for a hat, 6666 hundred for a jacket
  Tried to hold me tight, but I didnt hug her back 
  Cause she tried to snatch out my pocket with the racks 
  Fuck from the back, hit her once, thats a wrap 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  Water on my neck, swim through that, thats a lap 
  Fuck from the back, hit her once, thats a wrap 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack 
  No strings attached, thats a rack, thats a rack