[Intro]
Help me
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Help me, ah
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Help me
Help me, ah
Uh
Riddle (Riddle)
You know the vibes man, and you fuckin' playin' that, man (Brr)
I don't worry 'bout none of these n***as, man
I don't worry 'bout nothing, man (Tss)
Wrist bussin', neck bussin', n***a
Givenchy bag, I filled it up with money, n***a ([?])
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Givenchy bag and I filled it up with money (I filled it up with money)
I don't gotta ask, bitch, I know you wanna fuck me
See your gun, it's rusty, don't want your bitch, she dusty (She dusty)
And I'm snaked out, I don't think that you should trust me (Tss)
I'm tryna shoot it out with anyone of y'all (Grr, grr)
I used to go and spend my whole re-up at the mall (I did)
And now I blow a bag and fuck your bitch inside the stall (I do)
I'm Mr. Riddle back again, he the one that always called (Riddle)
She want some dick, I might go give it to her
He talkin' crazy on his Snap, I might go get my ruler
With all my chains on me, man, I just feel like Rick the Ruler (Bling)
I ask them, "Who the fuck is jeweller?" This a pure Bermuda (Huh?)
The-these my momma's friends, they tryna fuck, not into cougars (On God)
And I don't care 'bout nothin' he said, it's only on computers (Bitch)
And when I'm on my block, they in their house, my gang, we mute 'em (Bitch)
And I won't lie, I don't care 'bout where you from, I'm tryna shoot 'em (Bitch)
[Chorus]
Gettin' money like, "What the fuck?" (Huh?)
They remember I was broke, I went and got it out the mud (Get out the mud)
I went, hopped on a plane and bought a phone and made it jump (Made it jump)
Every time I'm in my city, "Gucci Gang" like Lil Pump (Trap)

[Verse 2]
Uh, I been fuckin' up her hair when I hit it from the back
I just went OT and back (And back), she just had a rack attack (Uh-huh)
She ain't never see no money till she met me, that's a fact (That's true)
All these VVs, how they dance (They bling), I bet she gon' let me slap
Why I'm quiet on the ground? 'Cause I've been bleachin' in the trap (Trap)
I don't got no time for that (Trap), I'm too busy flippin' packs
All designer in my closet, I go out, I mix and match (Lot of work)
Get your bitch, hit from the back (Yeah), it's okay, I give her back

[Chorus]
Gettin' money like, "What the fuck?" (Like, "What the fuck?")
They remember I was broke, I went and got it out the mud (Get out the mud)
I went, hopped on a plane and bought a phone and made it jump (Trap)
Every time I'm in my city, "Gucci Gang" like Lil Pump (Trap, uh)

[Outro]
Help me
Help me, ah