Bottle after bottle, Model after model
Spendin’ all this paper like I fucking won the lotto
All I know is YOLO, n***a thats the motto
Ricky told me get ‘em and I told ‘em that I got ‘em
And I got ‘em erryday, erryday
Bad bitches gon fuck me everyway, never stay
Once I get it, than I’m dippin’ thata way thata way
Young, came up from the bottom and I never had a way
I really went from wooping 62′s, to whippin 62′s
Ain't none of the homies crippin’
We giving n***as the blues
We buying they hoes bags, gettin they bitches shoes
You wonder why she ain't fucking you
Winning n***a, you lose
Yeah, I’m flexing, I pull up on the Ghost
Hundred on my necklace
And my diamonds clear they VVS’ing
I turn into a toilet on these? they BS’ing
Two fingers, did it on ‘em
Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em
I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milly on ‘em
It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly on ‘em
With my red P hat, you don’t know, we back
‘Bout to go to Houston, heard thats where the chief at
Hiding with the ? down
I could’nt get it man, get ready for that
Me and Wale finna drop to that real soon man
I was just playing around
Shout out to the homie Drizzy, all YMCMB
It’s double MG we in the building