[Verse 1: Coolie Boii]
I made it crispy
Lot of pain from my soul to my kidney
A1A doing like 150
Spent a band on gas an the tank still empty
I told em it’s tough, but it gets more risky (Uh)
Swervin’ this shit like a Bentley (Uh)
Ian wanna ball in SOHO I took it to LA got bitches off fenty
Lil hoe wanna flex
That’s okay I got fancy baguettes
And I fuck with my zoes the best
They understand I’m going for cash and anything sowed in French

[Verse 2: ian]
Throwin’ some bread he’ll switch on his own man
My car doors vertical shawty I press that button so watch for your forehead
My momma done told me bout’ saving my money I’m spending that shit like a grown man
Just hopped off low and I’m two blunts deep and I’m too turnt up for the romance
Baby girl let’s come on in
Let’s get going
Sometimes I get in my own way, I’m just going
Bitch go get in your own bag, my shit overflowing
This bitch might have a diploma
That brain going dumb

[Verse 3: Coolie Boii]
I could ball on a muhfuckin’ cunt
Out of state with a pack full of runts
I don’t smoke but they passed me the blunt
I don’t fuck with 2nd I’ma come back 1
I’m not calling it quits when so ain’t even done
Yeah yeah
Y’all quit too easy
I done talked like an old head walk with my steezy
Her in her twin got matching bikinis
And summer is over, but it’s still in season
Uh
I’m keeping my peace I got plenty of reasons
I ain’t paying you shit we ain’t equal
How many times did you doubt on my people
I made em too sick gotta lower their fever
Maison Margiela my sneakers
Switching my number, I’ll get me a beeper (Damn)
Fuck I’m not paying a feature
The minimum price got me thinking amnesia
1st comes first, ain’t no sequel
Hollywood checks, got me turning evil
Back down south, she’s keeping it open, gon’ have me a catch like Ryan Williams
[Bridge 1: Coolie Boii]
Yeah
You got bitch in your DNA
I get 4’s in my GPA
No sir, we ain’t taking this light gonna handle some business, then sign that NDA
My sauce, my food, my plates
I’m starving for war, but we already ate
Blow out the candles, I’m cutting the cake
I’m keeping it real, you playing it fake

[Chorus: ian]
I jumped off the porch to the Merci I still got no mercy for no hoe
I do not play ball for New York but I just dropped a thirty in SOHO
Uh I still gotta watch for them sharks when I’m deep in that water it’s so cold
Uh your hoe not gonna play her lil’ part then it’s hasta la vista, so long
Fuck, I’m dolo
I got your hoe going loco
Uh, bitch, go home
I ain’t picking up none of your phone calls
Throwin’ some bread he gon’ switch on his own man
My car doors vertical shawty I press that button so watch for your forehead