| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, I run it up (I'm not no lame, though! Shout out to Samsson), ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, I run it up |
| Good on love, I’m on drugs, I turned her up |
| She think she Ari, think she Cardi, 'cause I turned her up |
| All on drugs and she hate it, it’s little me |
| My mama love it, still her baby, good memory, ayy |
| I bought two pints if I lay at the Beverly |
| Good memory, she love me so much, that ho scared of me |
| Compared to me that nigga watch look like four kids to me |
| Don’t want you to, uh, I don’t want you to worry, I got a friend with me |
| A friend with me, I’m at my top, but got good memory |
| I miss that one, she got away, so I’m on sending sprees |
| Make at least twenty thousand every day, but tour be killin' me |
| I say I changed, but some lil' shit still be gettin' my energy |
| Good memory, I’m in both lanes in a G63, I’m always spillin' lean |
| You got my heart, cause you thought it would’ve finished me |
| Good memory, ayy, ayy, okay, ayy |
| I got new lean in the Mount' Dew, money, I can’t blow through |
| And the bitch that’s gon' stay extra, and the car look better than the last one |
| Feelin' love and that shit be subtle, and I hate B’more with a passion |
| Money done found me a drank, mind don’t find me a drank |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, I run it up, haha |
| Ayy, I run it up |
| Good on love, I’m on drugs, I turned her up |
| She think she Ari, think she Cardi, 'cause I turned her up |
| I’m on drugs, yeah, I run it up |