Yeah, talk to me
Huh, ha, ha
See, this day and age
These young **** getting paid
Wrist clear, Sprite, yeah
Mike Tyson bite, yeah
Cup real dirty, yeah
Motocross bike, yeah
We don't fist fight, no
Chopper real light
Double seal tight
Detroit got me right
Piccolo green, it's millions
And the old money got mildew
Kick her out 'cause she keep filming
They calling me Bob the Builder
Quavo Paul pierce 'em
Whip a ball, Wilson
Put my all in that bowl
Put my all in it
I want all my dogs to win it
I want all my dogs to win it
Remember my dog was sentenced
No, no
I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning
Just get in the Benz and sit in
Huh, come on
Standing in the trap, been a long day
Thinking 'bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK
Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no real housewives
Now it's no more crying 'cause we upper echelon
I can make a Tuesday go up like a Saturday
I don't play where you fools play
You must be from out of state
Molly, your girl dinner plate
You take her on dinner dates
Dabbing in Raf Simons
Yeah, I dress the honcho everyday
Yeah, Ricky Lake
Wrapped up, came from Kuwait
Everyday, everyday, young **** looking for bae
Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever honcho say
Her boyfriend wanna be me
'Cause I keep that shit the gangster way
I got to put you down
Aye, man
These **** going out sad
I'm telling you, can't go out bad
No, especially 'bout that bitch
I'm not going out sad
I'm not going out sad
I'm not going out sad
Especially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
Especially 'bout that bitch
Not 'bout the bitch
No, not 'bout the bitch
She call just for the dick
Ah, Lord, don't say that's your bitch
Aye, I'm young and rich
But I can strong arm a brick
I heard you was born a bitch
Rick Owens, they cost your rent
Pay up, straight up
Before John Wick have to put the K up
I'ma smash it, but we don't lay up
I'm a bachelor, get your weight up
Thought by now, bitch, you know where we from
Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum
You can be rich and a bum
I want it all, not some
She fucking for fame, for something
I think she came for money
I swear, I ain't hurting for nothing
So I just gave her the money
Hoes in my house like Hugh Hefner
But I'ma slay the bunnies
She going insane
She talk 'bout my main
Quit saying my name, lil mama
I got to put you down
Aye, man
These **** going out sad
I'm telling you, can't go out bad
No, especially 'bout that bitch
I'm not going out sad
I'm not going out sad
I'm not going out sad
Especially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
Especially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out, sad about no bitch
Who me? Takeoff never mad about no bitch
Depressed, need to get some off my chest
Ain't stressed about that bitch
She let me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bitch
Bad, yeah lil' mama bad
You let her get the Jag' and crash
That's going out sad
You took her on a date with dad
The question is, boy, did you smash?
Been strong a week and a half
And everything you get to give that bitch half
Ah, man, god damn, these **** going out sad
Wifing hoes up, there's not one **** the hood done been had
Smack, cuff, but you can pass
Ignore but can't erase the past
She fool you once, shame on her
If she fool you twice, it's your ass
I got to put you down
Aye, man
These **** going out sad
I'm telling you, can't go out bad
No, especially 'bout that bitch
I'm not going out sad
I'm not going out sad
I'm not going out sad
Especially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
Especially 'bout that bitch

Writer(s): Young Thug, Migos.