Ayo, do this shit in one take Ayo, that F5 shit, Ayo, run it Check my bankroll, Ayo, 400k for vehicle Paint job look like Ashi, ankles on Django Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like K.O. Corp, we aim at doors, get out the way, yo Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded Y'all be dilute, watered down, I'm Big Mac I'm quarter pound, you chicken nugget, fuck it Travel back, Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage Financial advisor buggin', flower boy is buzzin' Grammy nominated, tell your cousin ain't nobody fuckin' with them Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go? I stick to the plan, that's the goal Fuck these niggas, man, that's for sure Say, uno de choux, red with the blue Look like a flat, what the fuck it do? Golf be the set, no more F Like Ron, I test between ink for your neck Be what fuck about you, all your respect Yeah, that way, fuck your accolades But I made the cut like a pack of blades You could call me brush, I've been making waves Since Ashley Pinks, cuz I had a fade But that's 92, I'm 91 Watch Ryan in my blood, nigga, what's up? And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup Lemonade, yeah, it's mini-made I've been getting paid, pockets gaining weight Yo' bank statements on Mary-K, but that's up to you Man, now they go I cut off some friends, where they go? I stick to the plan, that's the goal Fuck these niggas, man, that's for sure Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me Skin glowing, clear acne Diamonds see-through, so holographic Red ones look like Aidan Mackie Spend the narrow like taxi driver Handmade is that thing with ties But I rode the bike in Viltell behind me And he got the cannon like he back Mariah Yeah, we straight, but if you won't go up the situation He would go grab the iron And he do what I says like Simon And my bitch mix like Jambalaya Man, fuck with the fan, we in Japan Bitch, you a bum, so you don't understand Yeah, I cut off some friends, tell me again Bitch, I'm in Bel Air, been looking for land Need a spot in the hills, not the beach Need a pool just to cool it I do need the grass, not the sand Got enough rocks, see, check my hand And I got crack, watch how I talk And it's still whooping, bitch, watch how I bark Wallet still trippin' on shit that I bought But I really do not care the cost Cause I got my, I got my, I got my, I got my, I got my I let it go, I cut off some friends