I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
Is it 'cause a **** cook like a professor?
I don't know how you feel, can you tell me?
I won't know how you feel till you tell me
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
Is it 'cause I'm a star?
It maybe could be my star status
What about my chain and rings
My Rolex watch, it got 50 carats
It could be QC or even maybe it's me
It could be that four hour flight, shopping in Beverly
What's on your mind? I'm not Ginuwine
Ain't tryna spend no time
I know my bitch she so fine
But I don't know what's on her mind
Gotta pay that cost to be a boss
I put on my Louboutins playing golf
Young **** walking with Nina Ross
I'm dropping the bombs like Viet Cong
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
Is it 'cause a **** cook like a professor?
I don't know how you feel, can you tell me?
I won't know how you feel till you tell me
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
They say I'm picky 'cause all my bitches exquisite
I'm in some vintage Givenchy smokin' a Philly
The dope that I sell is the purest
The junkies they hit it, they scratchin' and itchin'
The flow that we killin', the flow that we spittin'
My ****, you know we invented it
Dripping in St. Louis, I'm a lunatic
I'm a Migo but my bitch a immigrant
I got the boot, but no Timberland
I am the plug, you the middle man
I never leave my **** starvin'
You **** mistake me for Marvin
I got 15 bricks I'm finna drop
In there right next to that carbine
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
Is it 'cause a **** cook like a professor?
I don't know how you feel, can you tell me?
I won't know how you feel till you tell me
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
Is it my looks or is it my wealth?
Or is it the way that I carry myself?
Let me know, I need some help
Don't keep that secret to yourself
Bitches be saying I'm acting funny 'cause a young **** got a lotta money
She lookin' at me like she want somethin'
Can't give her nothin' but a couple hundred
She sucked up on a ****, tryna give a **** kisses, baby girl you trippin'
I don't know how you feel, can you tell me?
I know why you came in this club tonight
Looking for a **** that's gon' change your life
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?
Is it 'cause a **** cook like a professor?
I don't know how you feel, can you tell me?
I won't know how you feel till you tell me
Is it 'cause a **** handsome and wealthy?

Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.