Yeah, serving up dope one litre Yeah, serving' my dope mile huge Yeah, sleeping on the floor of my heated Yeah, sleeping on the house my healer Yeah, sleeping on the house my beater Yeah, sleeping on the house my beater Yeah, sleeping on the house my heater Yeah, yeah, ass sleeping on the floor of my heated Yeah, yeah, putting up dope mile- Yeah, yeah, putting up doping mile levers Yeah, yeah, serving' my dope mile Weepers Yeah, yeah, serving' my dope mile Weepers Yeah, yeah, mama, mama, Ceaser Who's a affair? I wear my Gucci to coach All of this money, I'mMoody All of this money, I'mMoody Woo, get in my bitchy, my bitchy, I'm ruling Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex Yeah, call up my rings and bouquets Yeah, trucking on surf, hit the net Yeah, swish, swish, yeah, yeah Having' them heavens, I'm the toy That bitch that you be cuddling with Off the south of France I got different culture sucking on me I will pop the Xan Serving' that dope in Park Mill Company I try Oxycontin, washing cash at the laundry I be living in luxury, luxury in different country I got bitchy begging, begging me in different continent I can never go for, go for bitch, you never on her, ma I would never trust her, only judge off what she done for me Ice got me glistening like all she know, yeah, yeah I already smashed her up now, baby, put her in that 9-9 Made her count that money, so much money, she look cocky Fuck on a Snapchat like Baby Golden, it's gon' go viral Freeband gang Mama, mama, Ceaser Whoo, I'm getting fly like an eagle Whoo, I wear my Gucci to coach Whoo, all of this money, I'mMoody Whoo, all of this money, I'mMoody Woo, get in my bitchy, my bitchy, I'm ruling Yeah, yeah, money and power and sex, yeah Call up my rings and baguettes, yeah Triggered on service, the neck, yeah Swish, swish, yeah, yeah So many fucking bands would've thought this shit was counterfeit But I'm so new, but listen, number nine, this shit my counterfeit So many different vibes begging me, just trying to suck my dick I'ma put up, pack it, they big like a sumo Pack it, they fat like it's glucose I brought a fan, I'm a new ghost Got some new beef than that boy, Rose About to burn than that boy, Toast Know these n****s don't wanna talk, though I put some citrus on my air lobe Ain't no twat and I can't have the front door I had to run out the motherfucking back door Pulling up right there, right there in the two door Bye, bye, toodles I'm kicking shit like it's Judo Walk on the beat, only two tones Pull up a double M truck and it's two tones Two bitches, they stay with me You know I'm a dog, I stay with two red bones Two white Cubs, that's a star phone High for pills, I go two phones Baby, them two bitches that was with me Both sucking, I get two don'ts I ain't gonna lie, motherfuckin' too gone Motherfuckin' way too gone, shit Young boy n***a getting too much money I might as well go buy two homes, yeah Sleeping on the floor, man, yeah Filling up your one liter, yeah Filling up your one liter, yeah Serving my dope mic, bitches, yeah Serving my dope mic, bitches, yeah Mama, mama, Caesar, woo I'm getting fly like an eagle, woo I wear my Gucci, then Gucci, woo All of this money, I'm moody, woo All of this money, I'm moody, woo Get in my bitchy, my bitchy, I'm ruling, yeah, yeah Money and power and sex, yeah Cut up my rings and bouquets, yeah Trucking on surf, hit the neck, yeah Swish, swish, yeah, swish, swish