Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Think he got a chance with a bitch like me He ain't rich enough, rich enough (No) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap I

I can't even sleep I got so much to say Fuck the feds, fuck the police, fuck the DEA Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a brick a day Recovering drug addict, I used to drink a pint a day Recovering drug addict, I used to smoke a pound a day Mike WiLL Made It

Throw this bag on you, give this cash to you Aw yeah, it's enormous It's enormous (yeah) It's enormous (enormous, yeah) It's enormous (yeah, yeah) It's enormous Ace of Spades, Onyx Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah I know soul, soul

I was hustling before I came up out the womb Now look at me the richest nigga in the room Richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga I'm the richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room '89, '96, 2002

Solitaire, solitaire, neck, ear, solitaire I was just sittin' in a cell playin' solitaire Now they see me everywhere, bracelet full of solitaires Bad bitch from Fort Lauderdale, say she love them solitaires Burr, I'm out pussy It's your worst nightmare

How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't

She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag Birkin bag, she in the bag, she drip, she swag Never mad, she glad, Louis bag, she in the bag

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

They ain’t got nothing on you, Hoes ain’t got nothing on you I think that shit just paranoia She think I’m with another woman Another woman that gon' keep me comin' Dirty hoes, they ain’t got nothing on you I swear them hoes, they ain’t got nothing on

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's Gucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)