I've been ridin' around with foreigns, yea, you know I'm in that Benz
I got Prada bags on me, you know I don't follow no trends
Yeah, I never had to lose, cause you know I always win
I got Vetements on my shirt, with Balencis on my feet
Yeah, yeah, Balencis on my feet
Run up on me, I'm a creep
Pull up and we shoot at your jeep
Tryna fight me at the rave, but you know it ain't that deep
Yeah, you tryna stab my back, but I ain't peep
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' that chrome
I'm in Dover Street Market, that's my home
Your girl in my crib, she tryna give me dome
Bitch, I'm at the rave, and somebody's spittin' foam
Yeah they boutta overdose, OD
You steady talkin' bout my life, but you don't know me
I'm in my motherf*ckin' prime, yeah, this my glory
I bought a Richard Mille, I don't f*ck with Rollies
Sike, I'm capping, I don't gotta tell the time
Every day I live my life like it is on the line
Pull up to the rave in the SRT with the inside all lime
She be hatin' cause I'm ravin', cause she think it is a crime
Raver shades on me, yeah, I can't see the hate
All these niggas hatin' on me, but I know it's bait
These bitches always switchin' up on me, yeah, I know it's fake
Bitch, I'm at the club, throwin' money, you gon' need a rake
And your bitch, she at my crib, she tryna eat the steak
I made so much in one day that you can't even make
I'm countin' all my bands, buyin' clothes, and they not even fake
Super geeked up at the rave, yeah, I can't even stay awake
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Yeah