[Hook]
I done seen a lot of digits (one, two, three)
I done seen a lot of pigeons
Young n***a, young n***a, I’m tired of it
Young n***a, young n***a, I’m tired of it
I done seen a lot of pigeons
You know I want a lot of millions
Young n***a, young n***a, I’m tired of it
I swear to god, I’m tired of it

[Verse 1 – Quavo]
I done seen a lot of DJs kicking doors
I swear to god my mama know I got hundos
She paying bills by herself, I know she tired of it
I got n***as on the northside that will ride for her
Young Quavo the head hancho, I point fingers and they go
I got n***as that pull kiddos and point choppas at your nose
I talked to the lord and told him that the rap game can’t take my soul
My n***as a fool with the tool, my n***as a fool with the bowl
You n***as are fools, take your bitch and she hop in my Rolls
She working the pole, she don’t want to be a freak no more
But young Quavo got hundos

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Foolie]
She say I’m a fool, pull up with no roof
Aston Martin sitting on Forgi’s on them 20 ooh
You know I’m a goon, ask about me girl
I’m on that northside with young Quavo chilling in that bando
They making me spaz, I’m on your ass if you don’t got my cash
M&M, M&M, all about the blue benjamins
These n***as they really pretending shit
My n***as they really be kicking shit
Up in your house, tie up your spouse
700 Migo gang, L.A. to the to the south
These n***as they switching to sides
Like they switching the bitches, all of my n***as gon get it
I pull up, that pistol extended
I’m kinda like I got some children
Pimping, I’m flipping these pigeons
Let’s go!
[Hook]