[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
These n***as talk like they getting money, but they ain't really spending like that
N***as talking like they catch a body, but we really know that they really ain't spending like that
We outside, Porshe Pannimarra, Maibach
Lambo back to back back to back
[?] Hellcat
[?]
Hit it from the back, yeah she make it clap
Back in the day, serving high tech in the trap
[?] made a junky relapse
[?] I'm walking with that
Pints of the Activis, I was tasked for that
Me and her riding round in [?]
My wrist [?] I'm serious
Take off like Fast and the Furious
[?] got me delerious

[Chorus: Feby]
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
[Verse 2: Feby]
Brand new deal, bout to blow that
[?] big bag
Been bout my bread, and it's no cap
I'm the realest bitch in here, and you know that
Yeah you know that
They don't want me winning like I'm Kodak
But the shit gon pop like it's Bodak
Tell a fuck n***a he can hold that
All of these n***as so fake
Can't fuck with these hoes, they on Xans
Free all my dawgs out the can
They know I'm putting in work
I had to grind from the dirt
They mad they feelings is hurt


[Chorus: Feby]
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?
Are you kidding me?
Shittin me?
Shittin me?