Lyrics:

Yeah, hey
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Let`s go)
Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo (Yeah)

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I`m with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can`t pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin` thots
I got niggas that be movin` the town rock

That`s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin` cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin` spot

Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)

Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot
Yeah, she caramel but I call that bitch butterscotch
Dove bars, yeah, they choppin` that soap a lot
Got my money, then I had to just flex the block
I`m the only one that fucked on that bitch
But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block
Yeah, I pulled up in my car, bitch, I blessed the block
We got shooters that`s gon` pull up and ax your block (Blah)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah)
Makin` money like a nigga don`t need the drop
Why not open Illuminati like Fetty Wap?
Michael wave, help me drive out the reddy rock
Throwin` money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots
Hatin` guala, they don`t know when the fetti stop
Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop?
She look good but she wear Fashion Nova
Took her shoppin`, put her right in some vetements
Got a bitch, yeah, she live in New York
But I took her right down, right in L.A
Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly
Inner section, probably where all the fellars be

I`m on Rodeo, it ain`t shit you could tell to me
And I`m on a boat, it ain`t shit you could sell to me

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I`m with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can`t pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin` thots
I got niggas that be movin` the town rock
That`s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot

Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin` cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin` spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah)

I was chillin` with the niggas you fear a lot
High bridge, I was right just there on the lot
What do they got in common with Uzi
We get money and we fuck up just on your thots
Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot
I`m so lit, I could make your whole streaming hot
Hit your bitch, yeah, she make me want body rock
Get your bitch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot
Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top
This Chanel, no, I don`t wear no pocket rock
With the Vegas, made some money off [?]
Raf Simons jeans, they got pocket rocket
I`m in Eliott, keep track of these diamond slots
Slidin` all on the ice like a hockey shot
Seventy-five for a T-shirt
He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop
Woah, gators on me, you can`t catch me in bummy Crocs
I`m a hero on my bike, bitch, I bunny-hop
Hugh Hefner die so I can`t get bunny top

I can never die unless all my money stops (Ooh)
Fuckin` on your bitch and now you`s a thumb a lot
When I do that, yeah, I make that bitch cum a lot
Countin` up my millions, you know it`s [?] (Yeah)

Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock
Fuck on your bitch, make that ho wanna milly rock
I`m with my boys and no, we do not milly rock
Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop
Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?)
At the dealer, I can`t pull this shit off the lot
Me and my boys, you know that we sharin` thots
I got niggas that be movin` the town rock
That`s the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin` cop (Ooh)
Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin` spot
Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)