[Intro: Travis Scott & Future ]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Haha

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Future]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Future & Travis Scott]
I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek first and bust it down, bitch
I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm, no cap (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a franchise n***a, yup (You like a hundred mil' up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game (Two hundred million)
Yeah, I bought my first Rollie sеrvin' 'caine, yeah
Told your main thing, shit, at least shе can pour my cup
I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup (Pluto)
Fully loaded, totin' magazine, yup (Super)
Bitch, I'm rollin' and I'm on codeine, yup (Bitch, I might be)
Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin' my checks before I knew what was Nikes (Knew what was Nikes)
Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like I'm Tyson
PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin' (Yeah)
Take that n***a BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)
Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super Slimey shit (Super Slimey, ayy)
Swappin' hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah (Swappin', yeah, alright)
Watch so froze, don't know what time it is now, yeah
Sak pasé, we shootin' with confidence (N'ap boule)
Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin' like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
Pluto, Freeband Gang (It's lit)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, M.I.A. & Young Thug]
Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, i-i, i-i, general
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)
Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
(I seen his face, seen it) Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On the private flights, brrat)
Popped him in his hands, he was typing (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)
R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Yep, in my slime tee (Doot, doot-doot, hee)
Prince, he in his prime, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doot)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my—, checks, not my—

[Bridge: M.I.A.]
(Maya!)
I be where the fuck the light be
Bangers in the system, it's—
Bangers in the system, it's—
Ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system, it's that
Bangers in the system, it's that
M.I.A.​

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 4: M.I.A., Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin', man
Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy
Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)
There's a lot I'm gon' spend
Tell me when (Ooh), I beam you to pull up (Ooh), you gon' shootout while I spin
Trippin' like I'm trigger happy, saltfish, ackee, ackee
Golf buggy, Kawasaki, catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life
London city, left the town (Ah)
Thug and Travis be the fam
[Verse 5: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, yeah, you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah)
Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack
I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies
I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit), it's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us
At 4 a.m. I'm phonin' ya, not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)
Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

[Outro: Travis Scott & M.I.A.]
'Scuse me
Backin' out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain
In the corporate buildin' I'm double-cuppin' champagne
Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name
Tryna show all my young n***as how to start to believe
Comin' through with no top, she showin' the Mickey D's
After twelve A.M., come through with a special
Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels