(Oh my God, stop the music) Yo, bro got black and white like MJ Caramel one, she bad Better than who? Ya mad 1, 2 strokin', that back bouncin back Ya hear that clap, clap Ya hear that clap, clap Ya hear that clap, clap Haha, yo Expensive taste, Bottega no Bentayga Bro serve that no waiter No Migos, the BS that way don't cut trees I'm a paper chaser A million streams, a billion dreams, in love with bread Might marry the queen Every man ain't real and tough as they seem, nah! Invest in me, like NFT Bro whipped that quick, that's a cup of tea Don't watch me, like BBC On my A1 J1, DTB Them gyal too meady, man too seedy I put me first, I'm greedy Fed on K, quick D camp Are ya mad? No license and speedin' Strapped up like the Turks Are ya mad? Ain't tryna have no kids Bro hopped out of the whip (You know what happened, my G) I was in the back, no line Bro had brown, said, "Feds ain't grabbin' man, G" Yo, bro got black and white like MJ Caramel one, she bad Better than who? Ya mad 1, 2 strokin', that back bouncin back Ya hear that clap, clap Ya hear that clap, clap Ya hear that Yo I been out here for qway though Don't play when I hit that, say my name Bro got a shot, that's perfect aim Gyal think I'm a dog they could not tame Don't wanna go jail, use your brain Are ya mad? Are ya mad? Them man cap, don't talk no facts I can't react, I'm tryna attract Started to think most man are on crack I'm warmin' up, no jumping jacks I'm warmin' up, no- Yo, bro got black and white like MJ Caramel one, she bad Better than who? Ya mad 1, 2 strokin', that back bouncin back Ya hear that clap, clap