[Intro]
Yeah-yeah (Woah)
I'm wantin' all my bills blue (Yeah)
Navy blue (Yeah), baby blue (Bring a friend too)
Woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah), woah (Yeah-yeah)
What the fuck is wrong with you?

[Verse 1]
You never know what to expect with me, I got mad styles (I got mad styles)
Need forklift certification how I let the cash pile (Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing)
All the thots wanna come and milk me, they heard I was a cash cow (Woah)
'Cause I only wear turtlenecks and bump jazz now? (Woah)
Garrison Lane, for the pain I paint pictures with words (Toma)
The champgane wasn't Veuve? Well, give that shit to the birds (Toma)
You wanna see me break bread, I might cop her some kicks (I might)
She on my dick, I cut her off quick for tryna hop in my flicks (Get up out the picture, bitch)

[Chorus]
Bathtubs full of Veuve, wallet full of casito (Bullet)
I been doin' my thing, DM full of besitos
Her man said he fuck with CRIME, pero solo poquito (Solo poquito)
Bitch, I'm garglin' Cliquot, catchin' mollies on speedboats (Woah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Whippin' up mantequilla like he misbehaved (Toma, toma, toma)
Double my pay, limelight without hittin' the stage (Bing, bing, bing, bing, bing)
Lames talkin' greasy but that's just for play
Everybody a barber, nobody gettin' fades (Nobody)
Shit, I got somethin' for your stubble if you try
Trouble outside, clip is in a bubble like Hawaii, bye
Boom-bye-bye, I'm shootin' corks in the sky
I smile, it's like the 4th of July, ha!
[Chorus]
Bathtubs full of Veuve, the little bitch got in her mood (Okay, all of that shit)
Told her she could bring a friend too (Okay)
Bathtubs full of Veuve (Okay), what the fuck is wrong with you? (Yes, yes)
I'ma need all my bills blue (Okay, all of that shit)
Woah

[Verse 3]
The overcode of classic with the total magic
Smokin' gasses, turn the microphone on, you might aswell throw the matches (Woo)
I've shown 'em talent for leavin' everything blown to fragments (Woah)
And you know we're Soul Assassins 'til they close the casket (Woah, woah)
And even afterward, we'll be burnin' paper
Countin' pollo asado, emptyin' out bottles (Woah)
And I don't even know why you bitches is still breathin' (Why you still breathin', bitch?)
Run to the mil' decent, hittin' my line pleadin'
Lookin' for a helpin' hand, the handout, I stand out
Feelin' like Matt Pinfield, I bring the bands out (Brrt, bing)
You drop some bullshit but got a hand in your pockets (Okay)
In the weekend I'm burnin' through your advance on collins (Okay)
I be in Puerto es agua, ropaje with cubans (Woah)
And I ain't talkin' a link, I only link with improvements (Woah, woah)
More product than I can move, I ship shit to every continent (Every one)
I'm modest, 'cause just me live in a sea, it is an accomplishment (Woah)

[Interlude]
Oh my goodness (I can't believe this shit right now)
Goodness gracious and patience (Do you believe this?)
Woo (Yo, I have to call you back, bro)
Muggs over here handin' out Veuve like it's Capri Sun or something (Woo! Woah)
[Chorus]
Bathtubs full of Veuve, the little bitch got in her mood (Okay)
Told her she could bring a friend too (Okay)
Bathtubs full of Veuve (Yes), what the fuck is wrong with you? (Yes)
I'ma need all my bills blue (I'ma need all that shits blue)
Bathtubs full of Veuve, the little bitch got in her mood (Okay)
Told her she could bring a friend too (Okay)
Bathtubs full of Veuve (You see all tis motherfucking Veuve?), what the fuck is wrong with you?
I'ma need all my bills blue (Damn)

[Outro]
Navy blue, baby blue, maybe you should pay me too (Maybe, think about it)
Yeah, yeah, I said
Navy blue, baby blue, maybe you should pay me too (Brrt, woah, bing, woah)
Gotta smell the bag and you gotta look, gotta look if this shit is official
If it's not official you smell the bag, you can smell the bag
Don't fuck with it