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Yeah (woo, woo)
Woo, woo (let's go, Mario)
Let's go (woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, woo, woo (Lil Uzi Vert)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah!
Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly rock
I'm with my boys and no we do not Milly Rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
All this money make we wan' hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just gimme lots
At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walking cop
Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
Bend it over little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel, but I call that bitch butter scotch
Dove Bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flood the block (yeah)
I'm the only one that fucked on that bitch, but I made that ho just come and just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
We got shooters that gon' pull up and X your block (blah, woo, woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Makin' money like a nigga don't need to drop
One eye open, 'Luminati like Fetty Wap
Microwave help me dry out the Redi Rock
Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Getting guala, they don't know when the fetti stop
Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
She look good, but she wear Fashion Nova
Took her shopping, put her right in some Vetements
Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York, but I took her right down right in L.A.
Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
In the section prolly where, um, the felons be
I'm on Rodeo, it ain't shit you could tell to me
And I'm on a boat, it ain't shit you could sell to me
Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no, we do not Milly Rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
All this money make we wan' hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be moving the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you a walking cop
Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot
I was chillin' with the niggas you fear a lot
Highbridge, I was just right there on the block
What do they got in common with Uzi? (Yeah)
We get money and we fucked up just on your thots (yeah)
Make the haters sit back and just, um, think a lot
I'm so lit, I can make your whole strip hot
Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me wan' body rock
Yea, your bitch, she a thotty old thotty thot
Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy top
This Chanel, no, I don't wear no Baccarat
Went to Vegas, made some money off baccarat
Raf Simons jeans, they good for the pocket rock
I'm at Elliot, keep tryna get these diamond socks
Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot
Seventeen-five for a t-shirt, he got half like he pulled up just with a crop (woah)
Gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs
I'm a hare on my bike, bitch, I bunny hop
Hugh Hefner died, so I can't get bunny top
I can never die, unless all my money stop
Fuckin' on your bitch and I use a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
Countin' up my millions, you know it's up a lot (yeah)
Uh, I came in with a new 40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna Milly Rock
I'm with my boys and no we do not Milly Rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch
All this money make we wan' hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller at the bank, um, just give me lots
At the dealer, I can pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots
I got niggas that be moving the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat you a walking cop
Double-park, new Lambo' with no parking spot
Comme des Garçons, use my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)