[Intro: Lil Tecca]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Now you sky high)

[Chorus: Lil Tecca]
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same shit
Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic
This an angelic flow, n***a, you ain't make this
If it's not USD, you can't make a payment
Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky
I already know that she gon' waste my time
And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime
Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine

[Post-Chorus: Lil Tecca]
You look at my jeans and it say Number (N)ine
And they be like, "Tec', you repeating your lines"
And they ain't get that shit, had to say it two times
Used to think when I'm famous what it's finna be like

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
Eater, eater, eater
Shawty wanna be a eater, freak on me, yeah
No, I can't keep her, she a dubski
I might take you overtime, we goin' OT
I might take you overseas
Took your bitch, yeah, we goin' Belize
She say she love me, boy, I cannot believe
I told her turn around, that fatty, I squeeze
That bitch, she on her knees, she givin' me–, eh
Brodie on his block, he gon' let it squeeze
N***as sharin' bitches, y'all be dirty
Oh, you on that block gettin' dirty money
Remember when they wasn't fuckin' with me
[Chorus: Lil Tecca & Prod]
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same shit
Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic
This an angelic flow, n***a, you ain't make this
If it's not USD, you can't make a payment
Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky
I already know that she gon' waste my time
And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime
Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, all the same shit
Got a bad ho to my side, she ain't basic
This an angelic flow, n***a, you ain't make this
If it's not USD, you can't make a payment
Countin' this blue like I'm holdin' the sky
I already know that she gon' waste my time
And sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in my prime
Stay down 'til you come up, we all finna shine (Let's go)

[Verse 2: Prod]
Got squares all over my soles
New Off-White came from Virgil Abloh
The Louis collab', it came with a bow
New bag came in, gave it to my ho
New Balenci' cost a lot of dough
New trainer runners, get 'em by the low
New Fendi pouch, I got a lot of those
New VETEMENTS, it got a lot of holes
Me and KD been spendin' a lot of dough
All this money, it look like we movin' snow
Me and Tecca been movin' across the globe
In Jamaica, we smokin' a lot of dro
I had to wake up and get to the bag
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
And I'ma go upgrade to the Jag
Remember them days when we used to have rags
I'ma go pour a four on the rocks
Hop in my coupe and skrrt off the lot
New CLA coupe, I'm droppin' the top
New Benz on forgies, hear the exhaust
If you ain't my slime then you gettin' cropped
If you is an opp then you gettin' popped
And I keep a big tool up in the box
I got a forty round clip in this Glock
[Refrain: Prod]
Just got a new bag, hello?
Got a new bitch on go
I got to go to the store
I'm rockin' that new VLONE
Just got a new bag, hello?
Got a new bitch on go
I got to go to the store
I'm rockin' that new VLONE
Just got a new bag, hello?
Got a new bitch on go
I got to go to the store
I'm rockin' that new VLONE
Just got a new bag, hello?
Got a new bitch on go
I got to go to the store
I'm rockin' that new VLONE