Oo, hmm, yeah!
Whole lotta murder when it drop
Get the sticks, get the mop
Glow seats, gang, going ape s**t
I’ma have the patek, hold the sky
Bad bi**hes popping ’til they not
Tame impala ni**as in the cut smoking pot
Prada bag shawty, used the bi**h as a prop

And my bi**h is gor-gor-gorgeous
Independent, straight out them apartments
Straight out, straight out
I’ma give hеr maximum performance (straight out)
I can’t fall in love bеcause I’m heartless

Trophies hiding in the nosebleeds
Baby, get to know me, I got rich off no sleep
Baby got the rollie, working through the proceeds
Baby, I go toe-to-toe-to-toe with the whole league
Baby, let’s get low-low
Hiding from them cameras, you can tell me what they don’t know
Take a private flight overseas with these logos
Take a private flight to the breeze, f**k the promo
Ego jumping out the birkin, bi**h, go lay it down
Ni**as out here tricking on you, how is this in style?
He gone send a little bit to keep you down
And you might do a little bit to keep him around
I like my women smart, I like it when they brown
How did you buy that ass? Did you buy pound-for-pound?
I populate the status, populate your crowd
Man, let these hoes keep talking, let ’em run they mouth

And my bi**h is gor-gor-gorgeous
Independent, straight out them apartments
I’ma give her maximum performance
I can’t fall in love because I’m⁠..

Oo, hmm, yeah!