Took my b#tch on vacation in Thailand (Ugh)
Call her Moana, b#tch, we on a island
Baby bitin’ the pillow, she silent (Grrah)
I put the other Rollie on my right hand
Slide in the club with a Taliban (b#tch)
Got a bad b#tch, she Afghanistan (Ugh)
In my backpack, I count up a hundred grand
Hot in the winter, I need a fan (Grrah-grrah)
She suck my dick in the Uber
Throwin’ paper, I feel a looter (b#tch)
Man, these n#gg#s be funny, they Goofy Goobers
True Religion for my tutor (Rrr)
f#ck that b#tch on p#rn, God, she the shooter
p#ss# n#gg# beefin’ over rumors (Grrah)
Had on Comme des Garçons when I knew her
British baby from Vancouver (Phew)
(Ooh)
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go crazy (Ooh, let’s go cray, yeah)
Floor seats and I woke up in Haiti (I woke up in Haiti)
Maybach four-door, ride Mercedes (Ooh, Maybach four-door)
I count seven figures, now they hate me (Figures, now they hate me)
We can go another five fingers like I’m Brady (Like I’m Brady)
I drip, not no water, Navy (I drip, not no water)
Goin’ suicidal, I been lately (Uh, no, no, no)
You can feel my pain, it’s rainin’
Different color like a Fanta
b#tch, I got Mario Prada jeans, I’m in a Phantom
Water my neck, a bunch of savannahs
I got a deer with me just like I’m Santa (Grrah)
Designer my sweater, I threw on a panda (Grrah)
Alyx in the casino, I look like a gambler (Pew)
Hit that ball out the park, I look like a National
I told that lil’ b#tch that I’m from the capital
TECs in my lap, I count up a stack or two (Rrr)
Come at my back, I’m comin’ right back at you (Grrah-grrah)
Chrome Heart the hat, you see I’ma laugh at you
I f#ck from the back, I see what the ass’ll do
Maison Margiela, you know it’s gon’ cost a few
I change the game up just like it’s an audible
Yeah, that’s my b#tch, you know that’s my dog-a-boo
All-black camo for all of my tennis shoes (Rrah-rrah)
(Ooh)
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go crazy (Ooh, let’s go cray, yeah)
Floor seats and I woke up in Haiti (I woke up in Haiti)
Maybach four-door, ride Mercedes (Ooh, Maybach four-door)
I count seven figures, now they hate me (Figures, now they hate me)
We can go another five fingers like I’m Brady (Like I’m Brady)
I drip, not no water, Navy (I drip, not no water)
Goin’ suicidal, I been lately (Uh, no, no, no)
You can feel my pain, it’s rainin’ (Ooh)
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