(Something's in the—) (Pink) Yeah Hi Billie Pop-pop with the flow, drop-drop, get it low Yah, yah, finna go, top five, Billie goat Clothes with design from Milan, my fit is bold Bro did his time like a stopwatch, get him home On lock with the ho, hot box with the smoke IRS pro'ly see this little rich kid Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold Openin' her walls till it's lookin' like a hall, Arsenio Foie gras with a loaf Chop-chop, bring the bros, white wine, finna toast Whole day spit, but I'm nighttime with the hoes Bro don't strip, but he might slide with the pole, pole, pole Why your hype die? 'Causе my light hit the globe Hide insidе mine, you guys might get a glow Find the WiFi and find my video It's Hip-hop Twitter gon' have a field day, uh (yeah) Bitch got Fendi on, know she feel great (yeah) If she wearin' True Religion, it’s a deal break (yeah) Fuck it, rappers get a little bit of money Post a California roll and think they really doing something (yeah) Me, I got good taste way beyond the money Put Balenci' in the suitcase, Chrome Heart be on me Got a homie with a new piece, he Mahatma Gandhi Cheerleader, it’s the routine if he caught a body-ody-ody He Megan with it, I salute him for that The God is movin', you gotta do hallelujahs for that My broad is Jewish, Shabbat, she give top as soon she back My pop music will probably plop me new on the map (yeah, yeah) I drop you in your tracks, my guy shoot when he mad He in arts and crafts class, he hot glue with the strap My stock boomin', in fact, if you think I'ma fall below You witness mission impossible, Tom Cruise in the cast I'm not you, you can never be too different Zoom, zoom with a few cool bitches All different colors on the table like they balls in a game of pool I'm the pool cue hittin' Millionaire, hit me, dog, yeah Fair like Billie blond hair, get me on air Token got the voice to bring the bitches all with him all there Then seduce 'em with a Giveon flair Yeah, I ain't surprised when they call it corny It's corny I gotta do this shit For you to group me with these artists that I'm out-performing (yeah, yeah) How’s your morning? I woke up in a ten-thousand dollar bed with a Persian bitch Lookin' for the cringy lyrical starter kit But I could only find some rich person shit I got an album comin', sure you'll get the word of it, uh-huh I swerve a bit and kick the curb, just Like I did with her and shit, the whip reverse, my pinky worth a Couple K, I'm kiddin', bitch, it’s just a third of it, uh-huh Kill the shit and skip the verdict, bitch, the jury must be hung Hang it up like it's wet, you in-debt with me Got a bitch in fishnet, the kid went fishing When I rip the fishnet, the kid met kitty Got a ring on index, what big bread get me (yeah, yeah) Shit, get the Windex, the whip, yep, filthy I'm slick, I slip checks to bitch next to me Not bitch, a princess, the king-bed fit me And it fit the chick's friend, the chick's friend with me (yeah) Sift through big checks when interest hit me In a crib with big rent and big men with me (yeah, yeah, yeah) I don’t give no chin-check, I'm rich, yeah, silly Bro, hit me direct if it get sticky, that stick, stick, stick What do my guys say? Click, click, click What the garage say? Whip, whip, whip What do all y'all say? Shit, shit, shit Toke comin' for the shit, shit Pop in the bitch like it was: Mm, surprise Y'all had a run, but now, mm, it's mine (yeah) Fuckin' up plans and it's gotta be a sign Bro talk with his hands like he tryna be a mime (yeah) Toke back in demand, and it's feelin' like time Treat me like the champ in the ring, no friendship Whip so nice that I don't take exit Brand new rim, re-tire, like pension (yeah) NY block and my real close friend is Ringo Starr, with a stick, he legend When they react to this shit, when it Drops, they don't gotta do no pretendin' I don’t got no fuckin' co-sign I don’t need a feature to be stable They gon' clown me for bein' different What the fuck did he name his label?