[Chorus: Latto]
N***a callin' like, "Come home," why you actin' like the Grinch? (Brrt)
Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get
I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich
Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never)

[Verse 1: Latto]
Stand on business, pull up and get busy, pick a place (Buh)
Hoes ain't tryna fight, they swingin' belts and pullin' lace (Buh, buh)
Let that ho think I forgot, when I catch her, I'ma blank
Got these diamonds out the sink, shit water, hit like tank (Water)
Bitches think they ballin', but they really Ja Morant (They ain't)
Like a two-year-old in diapers, walk 'round like my shit don't stink
Ain't got time for a ho even when I'm on vacation
And I wish a bitch would, roll her up and I'ma face 'em

[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
Wish a n***a would, try to spark somethin' up, he gon' get smoked
Man, my n***a crazy and he ready to strike just like Lil' Boat
All this off the head, bitch, you can't name a song I ever wrote
I told your bitch that I'm a dog, but she keep callin' me the GOAT
Man, we gettin' this bread, no, we ain't fallin' out about no ho
Bitch, I'm a money fiend, if I ain't gettin' pape', then I can't go
Like, "How he bringin' in that cash so fuckin' fast?" You n***as slow
My brand new bitch, I rip her out the plastic, fuck her on the floor
[Verse 3: Latto]
Yeah, he don't know if he want Latto or big Big Brook, we both cold
I been doin' bitches greasy, this shit jumpin' off the stove (Damn)
I done turned that n***a out, he eatin' ass and lickin' toes
Y'all be bendin' over backwards, I don't choose, I get chose
He like, "Baby, what's your sign?" I say, "I'm a throat GOAT"
I sit on his lap like Santa and I tell him what I want
Every day, I put it on, hit the 'Gram and strike a pose
Don't even ask me where I'm at, bitch, I'm always in my tote

[Verse 4: Luh Tyler]
Don't even ask me where I'm at, you know I'm always in my bag
I done finally ran it up, man, that's why all these n***as mad
Bitch, my diamonds hit without no flash and all my bitches bad
Pull up and I get that fuckin' cash and then we do the dash

[Verse 5: Latto]
All these n***as on me bad, is it the face or it's the ass?
Took more rappers down than Fani Willis, bitches go out bad
Bring my shit out from the back, I don't get it off the rack
If I catch that n***a cheatin', then we goin' tit for tat

[Verse 6: Luh Tyler]
This bitch callin' like, "Come home," why you actin' like the Grinch?
N***as mad to see us in the game, they sittin' on the bench
Ever since I jumped up on that mic, ain't been broke ever since
N***a, I just woke up to a check and did my money dance
[Chorus: Latto]
N***a callin' like, "Come home," why you actin' like the Grinch? (Brrt)
Boy, you better watch your tone 'fore I show you how it get
I buy all my friends Chanel for they birthday 'cause I'm rich
Way too player, I'll never keep the beef up 'bout some dick (Never)

[Outro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Go Grizz)