Pull up and wet the block (Pew) Sippin' on lean, that's Wock' (Lean) All on my dick, she won't stop, yah (Bitch) I told her to give me some slop (Neck) Pull up, we drop the top (Top) My niggas, they pop a lot (Pop) Cannot fuck with ops (Never) Walk

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

Black and Chinese, meds on relieve (yah) Lambo' drivin', you pedestrian (yah, yah) Yeah, ten hundred thousand, apply the pressure (alright) Yeah, she couldn't drive it, she took a Tesla (it's lit) Told her wrap around me just like a necklace (yah) What's

Yeah now she gotta do what I say I don't care at all Yaaahhh, yahhh, yah I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby I went to my hood all my friends think I made it Yeah my momma think I'm famous 100 dollar bills in the way Yeah it feels good to be

Dem nae waan we yah We cut and come back with the formula Have everybody speechless like Michael Jackson's song, enuh When we a work, dem did a laugh, enuh No blood inna mi eye, vengeance inna mi heart, enuh Oh, we find the formula Fi make the money fi

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies Spend that money fast if I have to Make that money back if I had you Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (Straight up!) I'mma need some more, need

I'm mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean) I get the money you heard (huh) I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch) I might pop a Perc, I might make it work (huh) I need a Fanta got syrup Young nigga hop out the vert (woah) Yah, yah, huh Yah, yah,

She say she wanna be my main bitch, ayy She say she ready to be famous, yah She say think ready for this life, yeah yeah I just wanna know if you gon' ride for me Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me She say she wanna be my wife, yah You really

Fire, A say you just caw win you go lose We a warn dem Move yah, pack up and gwaan Move yah, a beg you pack up and gwaan Wah wah yoo, wah wah yo Eternal Fire dutty babylon you a go get bruze Me a warn dem, warn dem Selassie I Gimmi dem remedy the fire fi