Driponabih, give em hope, uh-huh
Talk to the streets like the Pope, uh-huh
When I pull up, do the most, uh-huh
Celebrate wins with a toast, uh-huh

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm ghostin' her
You be postin' her, that's the worst, uh-huh
Dressed in Saint Michael, the cargos is Bossi
I feel like Rick Rossy, I'm feelin' so awesome, I'm feelin' so godly

I do this for Tati, I do this for Titi
I do it for mommy, they do it for beanies
They do it for clouty, MC in your city
We turnt up the party, I turnt up her body

Ratchet before me, but now she act snobby
Funny how things change back then used to doubt me
How you leave me when you knew I was a prodigy
Use that pain to fulfill my philosophy

I ain't have sex in a month, is you proud of me?
Ain't touch a perc in three months, this the sober me
Yeen call my phone all week, guess you over me
Pull up X6, red seats like some ovaries

If I die tonight, I'm in grey Prada dungarees
I ain't famous, but my denim naked like a stripper be
Vetements sweater why the hell you sayin "Vetemean"
Rookie ass nigga, you ain't know I'm a veteran

Ran my sack up so my fans call me Edgerine
If the money don't change you, then it probably was some small change
And if MJ the GOAT, I don't wanna be Lebron James
Yeah

If the money don't change you, then it probably was a small change
And if MJ the GOAT, I don't wanna be Lebron James