Everybody got the bird, well, we still peace and peace
Everybody wearing white, but we still wearing black
Everybody sipping rosé, we still on the yak
They be on the dance floor, we be posted in the back
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
I swear my pockets overloadin', I got stacks on stacks
No longer do I batter out
But really, I ain't trippin', I ain't tryin', I ain't dissin'
I'm just sayin' that we good
I'm posted in the club, I'm goin' full throttle
Grab a bartender, tell him go send another bottle
Throwin' money in the air, actin' stupid, here it is
If he ain't talkin' bout no money, I don't understand shit
You'd rather have me beat you up than go and pick the heater up
Leave a hole in your head that's the size of a Reese's cup
Every time we hit the spot, the bad bitches'll leave with us
And if you want beef, fine, deliver like it's pizza
Everybody got the bird, well, we still peace and peace
Everybody wearing white, but we still wearing black
Everybody sipping rosé, we still on the yak
They be on the dance floor, we be posted in the back
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Seen the haters lookin', is that really Jelly Roll?
I got Ram right beside me, so you know the pistol cold
Bumpin' that old city paper with a number man chunk
Got a dope boy swag, throwin' rubber bands up
I do it with no hands, but I don't try to dance
I fuck with Roscoe Dash, but I don't wear them tight-ass pants
They say I'm actin' stupid, screamin', "Money is my name!"
They act hard, but they ain't talkin' bout a motherfuckin' thing
Choppin' buds, got the pills, lil' bruh got the 40
So, know we practice draft if you try to run up on us
See, I'm from Caspia, and I love my life
Well, we trap all day, and we club all night
Everybody got the bird, well, we still peace and peace
Everybody wearing white, but we still wearing black
Everybody sipping rosé, we still on the yak
They be on the dance floor, we be posted in the back
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Owen me up in this bitch, and I'm still on that gutter shit
Black on black on everything, and I'm still yellin' "Fuck a bitch!"
Bouncin' round this motherfucker, plus I got that pistol close
If any nigga try, I swear to God, I let that pistol go
Middle fingers in the sky, screamin', "Motherfuck a bitch!"
I'm a different kind of fly, I be on some other shit
Hoes mixed with molly, and my body rollin' super hard
Connected to the socket, so you know my pockets super charged
Bouncin' round this bitch like I ain't got no motherfuckin' cyst
Beat a nigga down, and I ain't seen that motherfuckin' since
Can't nobody stop me once I cock that shit and let it ride
But fuck what they talkin' bout
Bitch, I be on every side
Everybody got the bird, well, we still peace and peace
Everybody wearing white, but we still wearing black
Everybody sipping rosé, we still on the yak
They be on the dance floor, we be posted in the back
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Fuck what they talkin' bout
