Jump out at the show, uh, jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke (BNYX)
Had to change my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe
“Shhh”, ’bout what you sayin’, just shut up, let me go
Ridin’ in that big, that lil’ Tonka Truck
Ridin’ ’round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked
Head, number one up on these charts, bih’, yeah, it’s stuck or what?
A-a-all we do is just go number one
And I just brought in some M’s, lil’ bitch, it’s the first of the month
Ridin’ ’round, I’m in a Cayenne, lil’ bitch, I’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun
I went in and painted the Benz, I’m switchin’ shit up, I wanted it done by the Don
Hold on, my fans, my family, my cousin, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, I don’t listen to it, I don’t want to hear about nothin’
In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought
I’m ’bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top it’s the top of the month
I’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum
How you gon’ talk to a rat?
How you gon’ talk to the feds?
How you gon’ talk to the shmeds?
How you gon’ talk to the lead?
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, mmm
You already heard what I said, mmm
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don’t give a fuck ’bout the coupe, yeah, I put the bitch on Tes’, mmm
You don’t even make no money and that don’t make no sense
I destroyed the coupe, I’m bouta jump out again
Jump out at the show, uh, jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the joke
Had to change my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe
Shhh, ’bout what you sayin’, just shut up, let me go
Ridin’ in that big, that lil’ Tonka Truck
Ridin’ ’round with these bust down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked
Head, number one up on these charts, bih’, yeah, it’s stuck or what?
A-a-all we do is just go number one
And I just brought in some M’s, lil’ bitch, it’s the first of the month
Ridin’ ’round, I’m in a Cayenne, lil’ bitch, I’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun
I went in and painted the Benz, I’m switchin’ shit up, I wanted it done by the Don
Hold on, my fans, my family, my cousin, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, I don’t listen to it, I don’t want to hear about nothin’
In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought
I’m ’bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top it’s the top of the month
I’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum
How you gon’ talk to a rat?
How you gon’ talk to the feds?
How you gon’ talk to the shmeds?
How you gon’ talk to the lead?
I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, mmm
You already heard what I said, mmm
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don’t give a f#ck ’bout the coupe, yeah, I put the b#tch on Tes’, mmm
You don’t even make no money and that don’t make no sense
I destroyed the coupe, I’m bouta jump out again
