歌手:Lil Baby
专辑:《WHAM》

作词 : Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Joshua Luellen
作曲 : Dominique Jones/Wesley Glass/Joshua Luellen
[Verse 1]
Pulled up in a two-seater (Coupe, yeah)
Inside skele' (Get it)
Money, let's get it (Let's go, let's go)
Steppin' on the pedal (Pss, yeah)
Do it 'cause I want to
I don't need the credit (I don't say nothin')
Eighty on the Kelly (Want some)
And that's real steady
Stiff gang on the bitch, don't approach me (Nope)
I go up by the week, real motion (Still runnin')
I can really play the game and coach
I ain't dealin' hand to hand, I wholesale
Baked potato with everything on
Diamonds hittin', everything pourin' (Can't focus)
Sent the Uber, get away from me (Go in)
I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (Oh yeah)

[Verse 2]
We can't be all on the 'Gram, no postin' (No position')
Mother****er in the [?], no hostin' (No hostin')
Turnt up, young nigga, I'm the most (I'm the most)
Twenty vibes tee'd up on the boat so I (Skee)
Put it down for Atlanta like I'm Soso
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear
You know I know you a ho, nigga, so so what?
Get it done by myself, don't need no coach, yeah

[Verse 3]
Thunderstorm when I come, I'm so so real
Think my brodie ****ed up, I'm lookin' out for him
Can't cry, I got ten [?] in both my ears
I been ****in' up Nobu before the deal
When I'm done and I'm leavin', she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills
I need racks every day, this shit cost a mill
I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her
Ms in offshore account like a soccer dude
I been dead dead before, here my pockets full
Throw up sixty on the woch, and I run [?]
Know I made me a lot off a lil' none'
Couple zips of that ra and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere, I ben goin' up
Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff
Pushin' packs of drugs in the new year
Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks
Different mainframe, I grew up
Really miss to let a bitch do her
Pretty shit debatin' 'bout who first
Bro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worst
She would sell her soul for some cheat purses
Sleepin' giant, woke and resurface
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains

[Verse 4]
We don't **** with him, he a goldfish
Smooth talker, right out of [two piece?]
2025, the new fleet
Kickin' shit with P, Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pact, loosely
Ridin' in the cat, red key
Go and check the stats, I'm ouchea, yeah
Straight out the jungle, survival is a must
I want the cheese, my pockets stuck up
I'm bout to leave, she come and touch me up
Got her on business, I don't care, I'm the plug
I'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hip
Three hundred K to charge it, disappear
I really made it, I used to work with flip
I ain't gon' play, came through duckin' out the drip
Bro on the table, on a trial, let's do it
Know how to move all I did with the juice
Passin' her Hermes, for Christmas, I'm Scrooge
No, I can't let her, I'm stuck in the mud
I like the way that she ****, she be coolin'
Modest, she love a hood nigga, they bougie
Dig the dude, put the grave on my tombstone
Hit em' straight in this shit if you move on
Virgin Maybach, I'm swervin' in two-tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a blue Hummer
Driver crazy, she think I put woo on her
We gon' lay, catch 'em lay and gon' move on it
Yeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool on it
Take some furs, I'm workin' my move on her
Give her curve, I'm puttin' my spin on her
Out in Saudi, I'm pushin' a fur coat