[Intro: Matty Healy]
Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No! He's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Big Sean]
I ain't playin' with these n***as
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these n***as
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (Oh no)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (Those n***as, La Flame)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (Straight up, straight up)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Know I need my dollars
Know a n***a need my commas (Straight up)
She was down when I dropped out of college
Down, she was down when I rode Impalas (Slay)
Played with her pussy in the Jeep
Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin' (Oh no)
Jumped in the car when she hit my digits
Don't want nothin', just to pull up at the projects (Skrrt)
Easy to me, my n***a
Villa with a scene, youngin always seen with a killer (Straight up)
Hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean, Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swerved off
Ain't it been a minute since they seen a weird n***a from the corner put it on for the south? (Straight up)
On my mama, know a n***a be coastin' (Bless up)
Go, n***a, go, n***a, grab my bottles
Go, n***a, go, n***a, grab my chronic (Bando)
Keep ya head up in the air, my n***a
N***as gon' be billionaires, my n***a (Straight up)
Fuck how much time that shit might take
N***as, ain't playin' with 'em (Playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em, playin' with 'em)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Big Sean]
I ain't playin' with these n***as (N***as)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (La Flame)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these n***as (For sure, oh, no)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (La Flame, you know I got you, n***a, you my brother)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (On God)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (B.I.G Sean Don, my aura gold, straight up, you know it)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (N***as)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Bitch, don't you play me, don't you try me
I need the exact amount
Look at my face, ho, eye-to-eye me
I'm a boss, make sure you and your homies dress up, tight attire
When you see me, ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it
I mean, goddamn, n***a
You forgot where I came from? I'm from where you ain't from
Where you can't come, where it ain't none
Where these bitches is bitches and they ain't nuns
Where they hate from
But as soon as you blow, they act like they been down since day one
Where there's fuckin' tank guns
But n***as never join the army, like it ain't one
If I ain't got it, then I'm huntin'
I'm either countin' or I'm cummin'
Swear I just done bought that mansion
Treat that shit like it's a dungeon
Up at 5 A.M., still workin', but I treat it like it's one
I'm never actin' like I got it
Bitch, I'm actin' like I won it on these n***as
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Big Sean]
I ain't playin' with these n***as (N***as, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (It's that Detroit n***a, La Flame)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playing with these n***as (La Flame, oh no)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (Those n***as)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as (N***as)
I ain't playin' with these n***as (Straight up)
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these— (Detroit)

[Outro: Travis Scott]
I ain't playin' with these n***as
I ain't playin' with these n***as
I ain't playin' with, I ain't playin' with these n***as