| Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah |
| Yeah, I spend that guap, yeah yeah |
| Yeah, I fucked your thot, yeah yeah |
| She say I’m cute but I get that a lot, yeah yeah |
| Baby I’m Almighty, start flexing like yeah yeah |
| If you flexin' then just join me |
| But please do not disappoint me |
| Tryna flex up on me, you’ll be disappointed |
| Roll up to the spot, ten pounds of that funky |
| I don’t smoke that reggie doe |
| Got that three octane, Texico |
| Got some shootas out in Mexico |
| Pull up, get that check then go |
| Three thousand dollar bag, what is it inside? |
| Twenty G’s on my True Religion pants |
| Don’t sell that bullshit, I ain’t gon' buy it |
| For that cash, yeah I hop up in my car outside |
| Catch you slippin', catch your thot outside |
| Tell your thot to hop up in my ride |
| Now we cruising gettin' high |
| She told me you was just lyin' |