| Zaytoven! |
| (Pour drank on the carpet) |
| Sosa baby, GBE baby |
| (The haters, they talk shit) |
| Bitch, yeah, yeah |
| (Got your hoe free from an auction) |
| Had to take one second |
| To think about all these motherfucking blessings |
| Yeah, I got a license but I’m driving real reckless |
| Designer done turned to a fetish |
| She gon' eat the hot dog cause I get the relish |
| Come and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it |
| Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it |
| Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it |
| In the strip club, throwing money like it’s nothing |
| Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing |
| Make the po' man nigga know that we coming |
| Shorty on X, don’t tell me if you see something |
| And what I’m smoking smelling like I’m eating onions |
| Remember growing up like I gotta be something |
| All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something |
| And I’m tryna quit but the drank keep callin' |
| Had to take one second |
| To think about all these motherfucking blessings |
| Yeah, I got a license but I’m driving real reckless |
| Designer done turned to a fetish |
| She gon' eat the hot dog cause I get the relish |
| Come and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it |
| Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it |
| Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it |
| Pour drank on the carpet |
| We on our guap shit |
| The haters, they talk shit |
| But later, they walking |
| Got your hoe free from an auction |
| She steady talking |
| I be steady flossing |
| Organizing boss shit |
| (Bang, bang-bang) |
| Had to take one second |
| To think about all these motherfucking blessings |
| Yeah, I got a license but I’m driving real reckless |
| Designer done turned to a fetish |
| She gon' eat the hot dog cause I get the relish |
| Come and get this work cause you know I gotta settle it |
| Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it |
| Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it |
| At the strip club, throwing money like it’s nothing |
| Smoke that bitch up now the police fussing |
| Shorty on X, don’t tell me if you see something |
| L what I’m smoking, smelling like I’m eating onions |
| Remember growing up like I gotta be something |
| All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something |
| And I’m tryna quit but the drank keep callin' |
| Drank keep callin', drank keep callin' |