Lyrics:

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain`t got no aim
Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaineAnd I stay with the cash like a XO chain

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that`s your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can`t see my ankle
Man she asked for some racks gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don`t wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that`s her friend

These niggas groupies, they peons, man
King of my city like Leon, man
`Head of these niggas by eons, man
She let me touch for the freon, man

So you know that`s a must like Elon, man
They was hatin`, I was spendin`, you was savin`
Man, I`m countin` up green like a pea pod, man
I was holdin` down my team like my name was Peyton

Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
Cartier`s got diamonds all in the middle
Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, man
Just know them shits, they all G.I., man

Everybody got Rollies, that`s two time frames
I said my side girl tryna be my main
And I said my main girl keep stalkin` my side
I told her, 'Shut up and go for a ride' (Skrrt)

In this Rolls-Royce truck
Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
You can get what you want
Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)

Rickity-racks that`s all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)
I`m turnt to the max
These lil` itty-bitty niggas know it`s up

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain`t got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that`s your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it`s up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin` all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny
When I moonwalk, I don`t need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah)
Wearin` Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Woah, I`m too litty
Yeah, bitch look like Chinese kitty (Yeah)
1942 in my section, no Remy (Let`s go)
Took JT, out the city
I can make a ho get way too sticky
Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (Woah)
Hold up, don`t you got a whole situation? (Damn)
Livin` my life, too risky

How you doin`, Uzi? I`m doin` great
I pulled up in the foreign, let`s race (Skrrt)
Yes, I stay with some money on me (Money)
Only thing in my pocket, big face (What?)

It`s amazing to me how my baby pull up
With a fat ass and skinny waist
It`s amazing to me how I spend all this money
And I ain`t even go in my safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

It`s amazing to me how these niggas don`t know me
But still find a way just to hate (Yeah, yeah)
It`s amazing to me how back then she didn`t want me
But now she wanna go on a date

It`s amazing to me how she ask for them racks
Told that girl get the fuck out my face
It`s amazing to me how I`m eatin` so much
And I still didn`t gain no weight (Woah)

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain`t got no aim
I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
And I stay with the cash like a XO chain

Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that`s your range
When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

I said it`s up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
Moonwalkin` all on the money (Yeah)
When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny
When I moonwalk, I don`t need no twenties
When it come to the drip, not in front of me
Wearin` Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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