Sonny, you killed this (What? What?)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
I pulled up in a tank, all white like the Pope (Yeah)
She wanna go on a date, I just count my dough (Let's go)
Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (What?)
Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet
I can't talk to brokes (I can't what? Turn up)
Count the racks (Yeah, stack it up), smoke my dope (Yeah, yeah)
Actavis (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a G.O.A.T. (I'm a G.O.A.T., yeah)
Stay ten toes (What? Let's go)
I don't fold (I don't fold)
Semi-tucked (Yeah)
I'm a G.O.A.T. (Okay, yeah)
I'm in a Lamb' (Okay, skrrt)
I'm in a Rove' (Yeah)
I'm pushing my weight (Yeah, yeah)
I feel like I'm chosen (Yeah, yeah)
Count bands in the briefcase (Yeah, yeah)
It stack to my shoulder (Yeah, yeah)
Pop me a bean (What, what?)
I can't even focus (Yeah, yeah)
You can't tell me shit (Nah)
I'ma go buy your bitch (What?)
Take a lil' trip (Yeah)
I fuck that bitch (Yeah, what?)
Putting racks on the head, yeah
My pants, they flooded, yeah (They flooded)
I ain't worried 'bout a bitch
I ain't trippin' (I ain't worried 'bout her)
Your ho, she get a lil' visit (Okay, what?)
You can't tell me shit (Nah)
I'ma go buy your bitch (What?)
Take a lil' trip (Yeah)
I fuck that bitch (Yeah, what?)
Putting racks on the head, yeah (Yeah)
My pants, they flooded, yeah (Yeah)
I ain't worried bout a bitch, I ain't trippin' (Yeah)
Your hoe, she get a lil' visit (Slatt)
I pulled up in a tank, all white like the Pope
She wanna go on a date
I just count my dough (Let's go)
Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (What?)
Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet, I can't talk to brokes
(I can't what? Turn up)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can't talk to brokes (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can't talk to brokes
Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (A coat)
Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet
I can't talk to brokes (Can't talk to brokes)