[Intro: Major Flav & Skippa Da Flippa]
I'm tellin' ya (Huh?)
No, boss up or get bosses around, man you know (I'm tellin' ya)
You kill roaches by spraying Raid, man, you kill haters by gettin' paid, man
You know, [?] we come through, bigger than that
I'm tellin' ya
No, Skippa, let them folks know we was havin' before they was havin', man, we was dabbin' before they was dabbin'
Tellin' ya
[?] we come through, Flava president
How is you n***as flyer then your n***a?
Tellin' ya, [?] crank up [?] pull off
I'm tellin' ya
Yeah, we ain't goin' out sad
Tellin' ya, on a bitch and her boyfriend
Tellin' ya, havin' this shit for years, now we havin' this shit for decades
Tellin' ya, yeah, [?] (Flippa)

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
I told her
The dick wake you up just like Folgers
I like my hoes a little bit older
And she got nasty when her friend came over
Hold on, you know I’m a beast
Jewelry selection, got piece after piece
Pay double rent just to break out the lease
OG gave me way more game than I could teach
You shop at Ross, I’m not talking Diana
Every day Christmas, I been had met Santa
Prices was off when I moved to Atlanta
Want two in Givenchy, the vert Tropicana
Getting money is addicting
Rocket in my pocket even when a n***a sitting
Babe Ruth chopper like I play nine innings
These bitches ain’t loyal, they all need some fixing
I’ma tell you ‘bout the North
I’ma tell you ‘bout my loss
Every real n***a done took a loss
Top floor but I won’t tell the cost
Young rich n***a in the young rich nation
Flippa will flip shit, no hesitation
Tonight me and you is the situation
My time is gon’ come, I’m just being patient
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa & Offset]
I’m tellin’ ya, I done smoked too many bags of cookie
I’m tellin’ ya, if your club dabbing, tell promoters book me
I’m tellin’ ya, I’m a smooth killer but don’t push me
I’m tellin’ ya, freshman of the year but I’m no rookie
I’m tellin’ ya, have you ever counted 100 grand?
I’m tellin’ ya, used to see me dab on demand
I’m tellin’ ya, the paper should take over all your plans
I’m tellin’ ya, Rich n***as own they own land (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset & Quavo]
I’m tellin’ ya (I'm tellin' ya)
That cap that you talkin’ irrelevant (Cap)
That cookie you sellin’, ain’t smelling it (Huh?)
I’m tellin’ ya (Quavo)
I hit the plug for the medicine (I'm tellin' ya)
Shoot a n***a, day of reckoning (Shoot 'em)
Birds flying like a pelican
We finesse a n***a, doing excellent (Aye)
I’m serving the birds and givin’ ‘em dressin-ing (Birds)
Boy take that shit over there, I’m tellin’ ya (Aye)
'Cause we don’t shoot in the air, I’m tellin’ ya (Bow)
Little bitty bitch want to snap, we taking her phone 'cause she usin' every app, I’m tellin’ ya
500 thousand on craps (Racks)
Watch where you sit, it’s a stick in that couch, I’m tellin’ ya (Ugh)
We brought the dab to the trap
You think that I’m lying, had 200 thousand, 'fore rap (Aye)
I got the .44, tiptoe through your backdoor
Give n***as the flow that they didn’t even ask for (Aye)
You talk to the feds, boy you know that’s a no-no (Feds)
They knock on my door, I don’t open if I don’t know (I don't know)
Razzle dazzle, took your hoe out the shackles (Smash)
If you want the dab, here go you a raffle (Dab)
You runnin’ off with it, the chopper gon’ tackle
Perform in Wisconsin like a Green Bay Packer (Ugh)
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
I’m tellin’ ya, I done smoked too many bags of cookie
I’m tellin’ ya, if your club dabbing, tell promoters book me
I’m tellin’ ya, I’m a smooth killer but don’t push me
I’m tellin’ ya, freshman of the year but I’m no rookie
I’m tellin’ ya, have you ever counted 100 grand?
I’m tellin’ ya, used to see me dab on demand
I’m tellin’ ya, the paper should take over all your plans
I’m tellin’ ya, rich n***as own they own land

[Outro: Major Flav]
Racks R Us
Tellin' ya
On a bitch and her boyfriend once again
Backend, know what I'm sayin'? We need the backend and the deposit
Know what I mean?
Bitch
Tellin' Ya
[?] we come through, Flava president, ain't gon' give 'em too much of it
Tellin' ya
Chop that up Max, I'm flyer then [?], know what I mean?