Chorus: Dom
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
And I run the whole city
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
And I run the whole city

[Verse 1: Dom & Seth Francois]
My life exquisite
The chicken on my dish cost a thousand
Money on my mind, man
I need an accountant
I count it up, I stack it up
I lock it in the safe
And ain’t nobody safe
I don’t fuck with the fake
Everything we say
Man, we really be about it
We goin' pull up with some women
You can only think about (yeah)
Pull up with the shooter
I got shorties at my house
She be talking bout some shit
I ain’t really be about it
Working like a surgeon
Getting paid like everyday
I may just fornicate up with your date
And treat her great just like I’m Drake
Gettin' to the money
Funny how nobody listened
They was talking, they was dissing
Now these bitches want my children

Chorus: Dom
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
And I run the whole city
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
And I run the whole city

[Verse 2: David Dobrik, Dom & Seth Francois]
I may be white but I’m feeling whiter
Got all my homies here we’re all tighter
Tighter than you will ever be
'Cause i’m over here pulling all nighters
All night, all night, staying up
Got my girl and got my cup
Pour that thing goin turn me up
Shorty bad she tryna cuff
Pour that thing in my cup
Speakers loud, turning up
Her booty big, like a truck
Hopefully, she lemme hump
Pulling up with the crew
5, 10, 22
All we do is make moves
In my way better move
Got a boat, park the dock
Pan down to my crotch
Shoes on my feet really hot
Makes me feel like underneath
Super heat, turn it down
Turn me up, play it loud
Eat my green, broccoli
All I do is get the cheese

Chorus: Dom
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
And I run the whole city
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
I got Gucci, I got bands
And I run the whole city