Yeah, yeah, yeah (It's like, at this point) Woah, woah, woah (What you tryna do?) Woah, woah, woah Yeah (Ayo Ian) I've been getting to the muhfuckin' money, don't know what you've been up to I really think it's funny, competition gettin' too comfortable Back then, I ain't have shit to my name but now I got way too much here to do Bitch, I ain't got time to be fuckin' with you (No) On my way to the top (Let's go) We in that muhfuckin' drop top-top (Oh, yeah) And your bitch give me slop top-top (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah) Me and my niggas goin' way too fast-fast-fast, hell no, can't stop-stop-stop Hold up, gang, there's an opp-opp-opp Finna send a couple shots-shots-shots (Blatt) Yeah, we aimin' at your top-top-top XD on me gon' pop-pop-pop We gon' get shit bustin', call up, we gon' get your addy', It's nothin' This shit magic, I turn nothin' into somethin', yeah, yeah The way she suck me, man, this shit so fuckin' lovely, yeah, yeah You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin') Yeah, we sippin' on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock') She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop) Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop) We pull up, we pop-pop-pop And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah" Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha Two bad freaky bitches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock' Throw it up, fuck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot Get to it, bitch love cock-cock-cock, yeah, hm, ha-ha-ha (Bitch just love, bitch just love cock, yeah, haha) Girl, I love my freaks, yeah (Freaky) Shoutout my flees, yeah Diamonds on me, they got a breeze, yeah (Phew) Shawty, please, yeah She love me and my cheese, yeah Whole lot of whips like keys, yeah Balenci', Balenci', my B's, yeah Chilly on chilly Moncleezy, yeah Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this shit way too easy I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts She see me, she get to screamin' Take her to the room, she started eating Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this shit way too easy I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts She see me, she get to screamin' Take her to the room, she started eating Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin') Yeah, we sippin' on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock') She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop) Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop) We pull up, we pop-pop-pop And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah" Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha Two bad freaky bitches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock' Throw it up, fuck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot