[Intro]
Boy
Yeah

[Chorus]
I see the VVSs clear (Clear, uh-huh)
Your bitch get freaky on the lear, uh
I ride a Forgiato wheels (Forgiato wheels, uh-huh)
Yeah, we havin' parties, poppin' pills (Uh-huh)
Thotties in my hotel lobby like it's LIV (Uh-huh)
Lot of shopping, keep Versace on her heels (Versace on her heels)
Pop a Addy like it's Molly (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
I gotta admit I'm doin' better (I'm doin' better)
Diamond pinky ring canary yellow (Canary Yellow)
Put a infrared beam on a Beretta (A Beretta)
Bitches can't get between, we stayin' together (We stayin' together, o-oh)
These Lamborghinis sit a lil' lower (Sit a lil' lower)
Who real than me? These n***as ain't loyal (These n***as ain't loyal)
I'm a codeine rig, I'm sippin' this oil (Sippin' this oil)
She smell Christian Dior whenever we hug (Whenever we hug)
These n***as holding they nuts (Uh)
Off the ground and we steady goin' up (Goin' up)
Took some love then I took a school bus
I'm a bomb, I can't never play with ducks
[Chorus]
I see the VVSs clear (Clear, uh-huh)
Your bitch get freaky on the lear, uh (On the lear)
I ride a Forgiato wheels (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, we havin' parties, poppin' pills (Uh-huh)
Thotties in my hotel lobby like it's LIV (Uh-huh)
Lot of shopping, keep Versace on her heels (Versace on her heels)
Pop a Addy like it's Molly (Like it's Molly, uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, I ain't gon' front (I can't front)
YSL the crew, we do what we want (We do what we want)
Couple rackaids for my shoes, these Saint Laurent’s (These Saint Laurent’s)
In the backstage with my crew with a couple sluts (Couple sluts)
I mix drugs in my stuff ain't holding a grudge (Ain't holding a grudge)
Ain't fetchin' for no lick ain't giving a budge
Got leather chocolate seats, I thought it was fudge (Thought it was fudge)
Young Gunna drippin' too much, they think it's a flood (Think it's a flood)
Got suds inside of my cup, it look like a tub (Look like a tub)
Got your main, main bitch keep showin' me love (Showin' me love)
Gotcha down bad, I'ma dig in her gut (Dig in her gut)
This blue cheese in my pocket, got 'em stuffed (Got 'em stuffed)
Here the keys to the four door Bentley truck

[Chorus]
I see the VVSs clear (Clear, uh-huh)
Your bitch get freaky on the lear, uh
I ride a Forgiato wheels (Yeah, uh-huh)
Yeah, we havin' parties, poppin' pills (Uh-huh)
Thotties in my hotel lobby like it's LIV (Uh-huh)
Lot of shopping, keep Versace on her heels (Uh-huh)
Pop a Addy like it's Molly (Like it's Molly, uh-huh)
[Outro]
Boy
Versace on her heels, uh-huh