Look
You niggas gotta wait on a Friday to pick up the check
It's a Monday
I throw on the Nike Alyx and pick up the check
Why yo' bitch keep on beggin' for sex?
I'm killin' you niggas, got Bstroy my chest
Maison Margiela, it came with a vest
So many zeroes, it end with an S

Yuh, my hoodie, it made of alpaca
She said, "What you do?" I said, "I'm not a rapper"
Why these niggas be beefin'? They actors
I count up a milli', you count up a Bachelor's
Skrrt off in a 'Rari, they after us
Hat Kapital, jeans Kapital
She spell my name and it's capital
Everything Kapital, we from The Capitol

Oh, oh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ooh, oh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Yeah, Prada mask, thirty first of October
Purple suit, they thought I was the Joker
Fuckin' yo' bitch at my crib
She got on my loafers
I told the bitch, "I am the owner"
Number (N)ine sweater, I pull in the Rover
I'm in this shit, yeah, bitch we over
I tie up the Rick Owens over my shoulder

Go two hundred, I ran up a check
Hundred K in my lap and you count up a midget
She spin on the dick like a fidget
You niggas be talkin', I swear that I live it
I swear it's not rented
Now that I live for the time, yuh, my vision got vivid
I used to hop out the Civic
Now I count five hundred thou' in the kitchen

Oh, oh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ooh, ooh (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Don't lose me (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I swear that I'm lost in the wind (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

Don't lose me (ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I swear that I'm lost in the wind (ooh)
I can't feel myself, I can't feel myself (ooh-oh-oh)
I can't feel myself, feel like I'm over the edge (oh-oh)
I can't feel myself, I can't feel myself (oh-oh-oh)
I can't feel, feel