Lyrics:

Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (Not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep bein` stuck up in your ways,You gon` fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don`t know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so muthafuckin` high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin` now, nigga
I wouldn`t give a fuck about what you think, bitch

I can`t take the clean route, I`m G`d up
They talk down, I`m rich now, lil` nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block, can fill up arena
I`m turnt up, you try and get your face blown

I`m smokin` on doja, I pull up rollin` on some ignorant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain`t leavin` my home, bitch, I`m really rich
And I`m so caught up in my ways I tint out all that shit

Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say, 'Goddamn'
I ain`t gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin`, seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don`t like what I`m sayin`

Swervin` in that Lam` with the gang, we all tool totin`
You start this shit on Dump and end it with the tool blowin`
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled

Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bummin`, nigga?
I`ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin`, nigga
Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out,
Release six off when you turnin`, nigga (Uh, mm)

How you get them cars and all that jewelry, nigga? I don`t know
How you spent that money and still got millions, nigga? I don`t know
How I got all them bitches and don`t want one, nigga? I don`t know
Why you actin` slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don`t know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain`t shit?)
Nigga, I don`t know
(Ayy, I really do know, but I really don`t know)
Nigga, I don`t know
(Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah)

Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch, stop all that hatin`,
Just come say somethin`, what you on, foe?
Jumpin` in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope
I`m full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don`t want nominate Lil Top? I don`t wan` know
I`m from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I`m blessed for
This shit around my wrist`ll get you popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end,
I don`t get nothin` unless I get one-fifty a show

How you get them cars and all that jewelry, nigga? I don`t know
How you spent that money and still got millions, nigga? I don`t know
How I got all them bitches and don`t want one, nigga? I don`t know
Why you actin` slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow

I can`t take the clean route, I`m G`d up
They talk down, I`m rich now, lil` nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block, can fill up arena
I`m turnt up, you try and get your face blown

Savage nigga, I don`t know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don`t know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don`t know
Fuckin` with, that`s your ho