[Verse 1]
All that dick riding'll get a n***a flipped
Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch
Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don't need no help
This forty bulging on my hip, I don't need no belt
Luke Skywalkin', pints caulkin', I'm an addict
Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits
The Stinkmeaner, come supply my Grammys
I guess that's a double whammy

[Chorus]
N***as be talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
N***a, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
N***as talkin' all these coupes, where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
N***as be talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
N***a, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
N***as talkin' all these coupes, where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

[Verse 2]
Clown n***as, n***as be actors
An F&N in Bally jeans for fashion
These n***as act up, I'm whamming n***as in traffic
You can't run that far, I'm driving the Nascar
I'm blatant if I'm pagan shit, n***a, if it's vacancy
Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks
They can see, play with me, we ain't finna make a scene
You ain't gettin' bread so you hate on me basically
Big bank uchies on the dashboard and the sink
The last one was off a stink, high as fuck off the stink
Wired up, hard to blink, n***as need they offering
N***as just be poppin' it, the grey bags is all around
[Chorus]
N***as be talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
N***a, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
N***as talkin' all these coupes, where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo
N***as be talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools
N***a, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you
N***as talkin' all these coupes, where the dash? Where your logo?
In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo

[Outro]
N***as be doin' all this popping and all this fly shit and all that
Talking about all these coupes and all this shit n***as driving
Back of your Snapchat, n***a, '96 Volvo
N***as talkin' all that, poppin' all that fly shit and all that shit
All that shit on Pro Tools and all that
That shit sound good
See a n***a in person, n***a
In them busted ass Air Forces, motherfuckers yellow at the bottom
N***as, n***as just poppin' that shit though, n***a
All that boosting n***as doing, n***a
Come on, fool, all that stealing and shit n***as doing, fool
Acting like they blowing bands and all that, come on, fool
We know you, the window-shopper
N***a, you know
N***a, n***a, Neiman and Marcus don't even know you, ugh