I buy a new car for the bitch (For real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (For real)
You can't even talk to the bitch (Nah)
She fuckin' with bosses and shit (On god)
I pull up in 'Raris and shit (Skrrt)
With choppers and Harley's and shit (For real)
I be Gucci'd down (Gucci)
You wearin' Lacoste and shit (Bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (Yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (In jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (On god)
Got them tennis chains on, and they real blingy (Blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (Fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face, and some nice titties
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket (Yeah)
Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes (Bitch)
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action (Nah)
The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard (Wild, wild-wild-wild)
I bought a 'Rari just so I can go faster (Skrrt)
**** tryna copy me, they playin' catch-up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smokin' gas and I got no asthma
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
M's in my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account (On god)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down (On god)
Yeah, dog, nah, for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the Six, now I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, ****, get you killed, dog (Wet)
Wanna tweet about me, ****, get you killed dog (Wet)
Killed dog, I'm a real dog, you a lil' dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasin' mills, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O'neal, dog
Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill', dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog (Fast)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
M's in my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account (On god)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down (On god)
Ruler clips, send a ruler hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Glock cocked now, I don't really give no fuck 'bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that Siggy with me
Bitch, I'm Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag, in case they wanna get busy with me
'Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
M's in my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account, yeah (On god)
In my bank account (On god)
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (Fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (On god)
Ready to gun you down (On god)
Seventy-five hunnid on a Saint Laurent jacket
Bitch, be careful when you dumpin' your ashes
I ain't no sucker, I ain't cuffin' no action
The streets raised me, I'm a whole bastard

Writer(s): Shayaa Joseph, Leland Wayne & Coleridge-Taylor Perkinson.