Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no options Now I got options, bitch, I'm poppin' Chunky pockets, doin' big things Y'all can't copy, y'all can't stop it Too many straps, too many rockets, y'all can't pop it No, I don't ask for approval If I want that ***, I'd get that *** No, that ain't your wifey, I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick Slipped through me the keys and I just hit 140 in that bitch I know I'ma get it back, so all I do is spin that *** Ooh, in the Liberty, I'ma mend the lobby Ooh, be Fiesta like R. Kelly, Boo and Gotti Ooh, that lil' bitch, I swear she got a ***in' body Ooh, lil' chick starin' hard, I swear that she a thotty Ooh, y'all can't catch up, bitch, I'm messed up Roll that pressure on my dresser Y'all just cheesy, I got more cheese than Chester Y'all fake as hell, y'all green, I got more green than Lester Two chains on me lookin' like a walkin' check Try to hit a lick and we gon' off the tech Play around with the set and we gon' off the tech You gon' walk the plane, you goin' off the deck Shout-out to my home team, Winner Haven, bitch Moved out to the A so we can make it, bitch *** em', *** em', all they do is hatin', bitch Yeah, I get paid in full like money-making, bitch I'm a dog, but I ain't on the juice and gin Anything I did, I'd probably do again Free my brother, crazy G locked in the pen 2019, we gon' blow it in the wind When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no option Now I got options, bitch, I'm poppin' chunky pockets Doin' big things, y'all can't copy, y'all can't stop Too many straps, too many rockets, y'all can't pop it No, I don't ask for approval If I want that ***, I get that *** No, that ain't your wifey I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick Slip through me the keys And I just hit 140 in that bitch I know I'ma get it back So all I do is spin that *** Makin' plays on my iPhone Chanel, bitch, it's way from overcoat How I came up there, I never know I was broke, now I got plenty dough When it come to that check, I be fendin' In the Corvette, when I leave, I be speedin' Open the heartache and pourin' a liter My diamonds, they wet water, I can feel it I got on all red like a Medina Goin' on the road, I be chasin' that money Shinin' every time you see me I keep a gun, no, you ain't takin' nothin' Handle money like a bank teller I'd rather work, knock it in Margiela I be runnin' with some cold steppers I go to war with In-N-Out Stackin' money in my sack, bitch Lotta racks in my Gucci gun I wrote and I gave a check to my n***a NBA, A.I. When I was 16, hit a lick, I had no option Now I got options, bitch, I'm poppin' Chunky pockets, doin' big things Y'all can't copy, y'all can't stop me Too many straps, too many rockets Y'all can't pop me No, I don't ask for approval If I want that ***, I get that *** No, that ain't your wifey I just hit that bitch, I hit that lick Slip through me the keys And I just hit 140 in that bitch I know I'ma get it back So all I do is spin that *** Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah