Outta pocket
Ringin' bells like the market
Drip leakin' out the closet
Always hit the target
Cos motha'fucka, I'm a profit
Ain't movin' right unless they talk shit
Uh, uh, and I ain't never one to blend in
Double-click like I'm trendin'
All-star on Rodeo cos I'm way too good at spendin'
Credit limit? Never-endin'
Never gotta try cos I been cool
Certified fly guy since the pre-school
Like 'em junkyard mean with an attitude
And I eat it with my hands, call it finger food
I'm nasty
Disgusting
Part cheeks like it ain't no ting
Fuck classy
Drop it low, make it clap
Keep a couple Dom P. bottles in the back
Cocky? Nah, just confident
Cos bars like these ain't no accident
I'm Dominant
Opulent
"Doin' too much" is a compliment
And you know that I'ma slide
Keep 'em on, just push 'em to the side
Waist thin, but that ass double-wide
Pressure on 'em, yeah I keep that shit applied
Uh, uh, and you know I do it well
Fly bitches in Chanel
Name ring like a bell
If you lookin' for a sale?
It's CashApp or the Zelle
It's CashApp or the Zelle
Cos I'm cashin'
Champagne splashin'
Quick! Take a pic with the clique! Click! flashin'
Butterfly doors, I'm dashin'
Skiin' on the slopes out in Aspen?
Snow goin' up in the bathroom stall
Wash it down with a sip of alcohol
Lookin' for a good time? You know who to call
I'ma hit it, then I take her to the mall
It's protocol
Uh, hear the heat?
Make more than you niggas in a week
Say it to my face, I ain't talkin' 'bout a tweet
Rockstar fuckin' up the penthouse suite
Invoice the receipt
And you know that I'ma slide
Keep 'em on, just push 'em to the side
Waist thin, but that ass double-wide
Pressure on 'em, yeah I keep that shit applied
Applied
I'm hot
You're not
Cash stackin' up, it won't stop
I'm on top
You flop
Got the club goin' up when I drop
House on the hills, but I rep 212
New white ups, fitted with the brim and the bamboos
I'm laughin' to the bank, you be mad if you want to!
Mock up a little list, bet there's nothin' I can't do
You feel me?
Back row, can you hear me?
Double shots on sight, all night, see, the real me?
Can't let a hater near me
That negativity'll kill me
Five-star bitches, make him buy each star
First one on his tab at the bar
Star two, ride your friends in his car
Last three, is he even up to par?
(Oh, he not?)
And you know that I'ma slide
Uh, uh, waist thin, but that ass double-wide
Keep 'em on, just push 'em to the side
Yeah, yeah, pressure on 'em, yeah I keep that shit applied
(Double-O, double-O)
