Lyrics:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No competition, I only see me
Lady from Paris, and she tell me 'Oui'
Go take a pill and boost your self-esteem
I got what you need, need
Told my connec', 'I'll be back in a week'
Whip like Gordon Ram', the crack is on fleek
I buy her Louis-Louis to her feet, or we can go CC
None of my cats don't catch mice
No words, I don't backbite
You can get it if you act right
Wanna see ID, we blew the bag right
Tables turn, bridges burn
My young buck new, he learn
She came already, I still eating, she squirm
Circle the block like big worm
She wanna see, Louis V, double G
I fly-y-y overseas, no lie-ie-ie, I'm a freak
Take a pill, now, she weird
She said 'Ew' on the stairs
All of these hoes on me and I don't care
Loyal to my wife, think I'm weird
Said I'm geeked up, I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee, my lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up, I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee, my lady on fleek, huh
A 600 brake on the truck
And that's 200 thou' on the horse (horse)
I like how I'm living
I polish the glizzy, she polish the floors
The brakes are ceramic, I'm off of the planet
I want it in loss (want it in loss)
Doin' the most, but I wanna dash
In a V8 sound like a hornet (ya' dig?)
The trap make me go evil on niggas
And I have codeine in my liver
I'm putting the press in the kitchen
And I make the money the low
Biscotti for weed (Biscotti, Biscotti)
Exotic, exotic (yee)
So high, I can't speak and I promise
I'm feeling like Wallace and Gromit
Said I'm geeked up, I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee, my lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up, I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee, my lady on fleek, huh