text: Yeah, oh
  Yeah, yeah
  Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
  Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
  And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Wakin up on the hills right on Runyon yeah
  Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
  Like call my private chef hold my stomach in
  Yeah I like em fried, she like em sunny eggs
  Ew, thats them runny eggs
  I might flex around the world and then I stunt again
  I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again
  And the funny thing is you gon cuff again
  Yeah I advise you
  Stop all the hatin and youll make it too
  Like I done had a situation but I made it through
  I paid 1000 for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too
  Got the drop top runnin for the summer yeah, ay
  Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah
  And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Wakin up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
  Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
  Like Im a private chef, cook for money yeah
  Hey, white and yellow gold, just like sunny eggs
  Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag
  Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag
  My son told me keep makin these old farts mad
  He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad
  Spittin like they got it, they on that mission
  Lookin different when you see em rappers catfishin
  Either Barneys, Neiman Marcus, or we Saks Fifthin
  Always makin movies but we never act different, no
  Never changed up I just leveled up
  And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up
  Watchin thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up
  Never spoke on em, I wont bring the devil up, no
  Sometimes sayin nothin sayin somethin
  When your money talks now youre sayin somethin
  Ay if you aint get a message thats a message
  Look yall know who the freshest of the freshest
  Got the drop top runnin for the summer yeah
  Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah
  And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Wakin up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
  Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
  Like Im a private chef, cook for money yeah
  Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs
  Ive been talkin to my idol
  Ive been talkin to my idol
  Nowadays I feel like Im my own idol
  Scratch her off the list like a vinyl
  Real girl, I dont really like her
  I just really wanna just spike her
  Yeah, yeah, you know I one night ya
  Hope ya wasnt thinkin Ima wife ya
  Got the drop top runnin and I got guap comin
  Now we eatin garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen
  Im not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her
  Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah
  (I be in my bag with no travel
  Let you be the judge, get the gavel
  I think if I want you I can have you
  Every time I pull up on the avenue)
  Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
  Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
  And I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Say I know I know why you mad cause Im stuntin yeah
  Wakin up on the hills right on Runyon yeah
  Smokin on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
  Like call my private chef hold my stomach in
  Yeah I like em fried, like em sunny eggs
  Fab - So Im in my bag? Im back in my bag now or what?
  Girl - Nah you in your Goyard bag now
  Fab - Told ya I was gonna get back to it, know what Im sayin? I just wanted to let you know like I appreciate you like havin faith in me like and giving me that talk cause I was going to do it for a minute and you know I mean I just needed somebody to let me know its time to level up. Like stop playing out here
  Girl - Its all good real ones might fall back but they dont fall off