[Intro]
 Young Life, bitches
 Fresh manicure – check!
 Credit cards – check!
 Rosay bottles – check!
 Kush blunts – check!
 Red lipstick – check!
 Red bottles – check!
 10 credit

[Verse 1]
 Blowing money like a candle, tsunade on my sandals
 I’m the type the chick a nigga want but he can’t handle
 400 on my shampoo, Versace chains brand new
 Your pedicure’s in Spain, that’s the type of shit a boss do
 These haters got me splurging, Bugatti got me swerving
 He all up in my section, tryna get some lip service
 All these niggas with the thirst, gotta really made me nervous
 Somebody call security, this nigga really thirsty

[Hook x2]
 Thirst, it’s real, the thirst, it’s real
 You all up in my section, boy you need to chill
 They be by my table, drooling at the lib
 We popping gold bottles,
 While you tryna get a sip

[Verse 2]
 While you tryina get a sip,
 You crabbing bitches kill me
 Tryna smoke my weed up
 Now that’s the shit that gets me
 I’m cool but don’t’ tempt me
 That thirst shit just urks me
 You don’t work, don’t pay
 Sorry ass just thirsty
 Don’t mess with me, dalla
 That’s worse than mi father
 Vacate in Belize
 When I don’t wanna be bothered
 We sipping on gold bottles, something like role models
 We showing up and showing out
 Just like we hit that lotto

[Hook x4]
 Thirst, it’s real, the thirst, it’s real
 You all up in my section, boy you need to chill
 They be by my table, drooling at the lib
 We popping gold bottles,
 While you tryna get a sip.