They said I got next, nigga, I got now I flooded my Patek, my wrist is bust down Your circle full of squares, somethin' that we run around No, they cannot compare us when we come through, shut it down (Based1 got them bands, ho) They said I got next,

Under mi sensi, mi under mi sensi Under mi sensi, mi under mi, hey, hey Swing my brain, nuh cocaine Wel mi bun di best size grade,which is di westside grade Mek wi tek tek wi lass moment, go invest I grade An before mi puff mi chalice, mi haffi bless I grade

Dropped out, then I got rich (Yeah) Dropped out, then I put a Patek on my wrist (Brrr) Dropped out, for my teacher 'cause she ain't shit (Huh) Dropped out, spent a half a million on my whip (Yeah, ooh) Dropped out, and I ain't never had a job (Wow)

You ain't in that Maybach, boy you flexin' The way my diamonds fight, you think they Tekken I'm Rich Forever, man it is a blessing Don't try to snatch my chain, I up my weapon Fuckin' hoes, takin' no names Play a bitch just like a game Must be geeking

Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand) Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand) I don't want no bitch to fuck with me for free (what's a thousand?) You know a rich nigga can't fuck no ho for free

Fok julle, fok julle, fok julle naaiers Dj hi-tek will fuck u in da ass Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers (fuck all y'all) Fok julle naaiers, fok julle naaiers Fuck u in da ass, u punk ass white boy Dj hi-tek yo, u can't touch me faggot I'll fuck u

Under de moonlight Look inna de stars while your skirt dem a fly high Aye, aye, aye, aye An yuh kiss mi pon mi neck An yuh start fret Wen mi sumn tek tek off faas like jet Unda de moonlight yeah Under the moonlight

Jou ma se poes in 'n fish paste jar Jou ma se poes in 'n fishpaste jar (Hi-hi-hi Hi-hi-hi Tek) (D.D.J-J-J) (D.D.J-J-J) Oh oh vat's it yuketa ? Yo-Landi Vi$$er fresh ? and depressed ? vat 'n picture Do what I like cos I roll with the fucken Ninja Moenie kom kak

Put on the Patek, to change up the weather The shit turning into the rain Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (hey) Ice out the gang, make an Emoji a chain (whoo) The shit turning into the rain (rain) I, I, count the guap (count, count) Set up shop

That's too much sauce Patek Philippe, the plain one I got too much sauce Hermes in the A They let me know before I was famous I had too much sauce Audemars, Hublot now Too much sauce Got too much sauce