Ayy, ayy, here's Michael if you askin' Got elites all on my jacket, ayy Who the fuck you talkin' to? Don't let me catch you lackin', ayy Baby, it's Chanel in my car, the black will rage Nigga, please fuck out my face I said, please fuck out my face I've been movin', flippin', fuckin' workin' Since I was a youngin', I was sleepin' on the floor Cause I knew this shit was comin' Promised Tesla to my cousin Parked that bitch right in the hundreds They like, whoo, how the fuck do this nigga think he runnin'? Bad at math, but I can count this money Boy, I had your girl count this for me I done heard your man got jokes, calm down, bitch, ain't shit funny Pink tags on all my pants, pink nails on both my hands White pearls, my shit don't dance Matter fact, quick, flip this for me Ooh, shit, all black, A-L-Y-X Throwbacks, Pyrex, got 23s on my back A nuisance, outcast, RiRi on my eyelash Rockstar my typecast, we know your girlfriend like that Here's Michael if you askin' Got elites all on my jacket, ayy Who the fuck you talkin' to? Don't let me catch you lackin', ayy Baby, it's Chanel, rent my car to black for race Nigga, please fuck out my face I said, please fuck out my face If I make another band, another stack, I'm out the way Push her back without a roof, with a girl without a waist If you got some shit to say, you can keep that in your space Nigga, please fuck out my face I said, please fuck out my face Don't put your feet on this ground and fuck up out my space Peep my necklace, how that shit drown, my collarbone a lake And we run this shit like Chris Brown or Yeezy up in this town The fuck? Goddamn AJ, how that shit sound? My new shit feel like eight rounds My wallet weigh like eight pounds My girl like Lisa Bonet New whips drop like it hate sound My telly hit like no name No cap like I hate nouns And Felly with the propane I swear this hoe is state loud I don't mean to brag but man, I just got all my money up Heard you fuckin' talkin' shit but never really runnin' up Know you see them hands, hoe, choppa make you dance Hold them slidin', look like Rambo, so stop with all the cuttin' up Keep shit in my pockets, I never wanna go broke And my baby got my wallet, bought everything in the store Give a fuck about bein' modest I dropped up outta college and doubled all my profits Bitch, see me at my office Says, Michael, if you askin', got the leaks all on my jacket, ayy Who the fuck you talkin' to? Don't let me catch you lackin', ayy Baby and Chanel, ran my cart up like a race Nigga, please fuck out my face I said, please fuck out my face If I make another band, another stack, I'm not moving Pushin' back without a roof, with a girl without a waist If you got some shit to say, you can keep that in your space Nigga, please fuck out my face I said, please fuck out my face