Jackson 5

Uh-uh

Uh-uh

Aye

Aye

(Hitboy)

Still that ***** with all the guys, like Janet and The Jackson 5

Told 'em, I'll be rich by twenty-five, now hoes actin' surprised

Made it out to Hollywood, I still ain't lost my ratchet side

***** think she flexin' in that fit, I told her, even maggots fly

Red eye, I'm jet laggin'

Sis' rode in a bandwagon

New whip, I don't even wanna drive that ****, prolly let my mans have it (Skrrt, skrrt)

Folks 'nem got a Xan habit

If you pull the Glock out, wouldn't stand by it (Watch out)

This that drip, that ain't no lame, you gon' have to go head and buy it

Yeah, AMG 63 with the window tint, I don't even see no ***** (I don't even see no hoe)

Know I'm a star, I can go bar for bar, I don't even need no hit (Uh-uh)

Princess cut my diamonds, my diamonds crushed up, had to go bleed my wrist (Blaow)

Neiman Marcus, private shopper, had to double C my fit

Very rare, perfect derriere, I give 'em hell though

I'm everywhere, Gucci carrier, but I don't sell dope

Got all these niggas trippin', shoe ain't laced, go switch to velcro

Think you steppin', get to poppin' at yo' feet, you rockin' shell toes

Me and mine, we gon' ride, like it's Universal

Foreign cars outside, you *****es ain't never heard of

Goin' off every time and I can tell it hurts 'em

If you on the other side, I hope you take it personal (Turn up)

I can not go back and forth with you, I got work to do (Lil' *****)

You don't have to see me, you gon' hear me first, them Pirellis skirtin' (Oop)

Bank account checked up, VVS'd up

*****, I got right now, **** who next up

I'm so ******' dope, I might just make my own strand

How these *****es ain't got clout, but tryna make an Only Fans? (Dummy)

We made it, so I'm faded, just like when the song end (Paid)

I'm so up next, offer, I might tell the label, "No advance"

I ain't tryna make new friends, but I'll let a nigga be my Paypal

Mean mug if I don't like a hoe, I'm with some real *****es, we don't fake smile

Pretty as ****, so whenever he nut, nigga, tell me don't put my face down

Slim and shady, spittin' like 8 mile, bitches only hit it from the waist down

Very rare, perfect derriere, I give 'em hell though

I'm everywhere, Gucci carrier, but I don't sell dope

Got all these niggas trippin', shoe ain't laced, go switch to velcro

Think you steppin', get to poppin' at yo' feet, you rockin' shell toes

Me and mine, we gon' ride, like it's Universal

Foreign cars outside, you bitches ain't never heard of

Goin' off every time and I can tell it hurts 'em

If you on the other side, I hope you take it personal (Turn up)

I can not go back and forth with you, I got work to do (Lil' *****)

You don't have to see me, you gon' hear me first, them Pirellis skirtin' (Oop)

Bank account checked up, VVS'd up

*****, I got right now, **** who next up