[Jay Critch:]
Hey, hey

[Jay Critch:]
Shawty think she mine, I don't know (I don't know)
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon' smoke (okay fine)
I been really on my grind for the dope
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
[PnB Rock:]
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don't know
I don't cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Young nigga gettin' to the dough, got it for the low
What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy
[Jay Critch:]
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
She say that I flex, I do the most
Pull up in a 'rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
[PnB Rock:]
Aww shit, 12 comin', get low, yeah
I can't let them take this bankroll, yeah
Flowin' through the city with my bros, yeah
Ridin' with them poles, 'bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah

[Jay Critch:]
Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain
Nigga we ain't playin' with that money, got it on me
I just got some money, ran off with your shawty
Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a 'rari, hey
[PnB Rock:]
Now I pull up in a 'rari
Drove past my ex, yeah, that bitch was lookin' salty
Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain't never sorry
Thought I would be broke for forever, bitch, I'm ballin'
Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin'
I'm pushin' the Wraith, 'member dreamin' 'bout a Phantom
Peep the haters' faces, I know that they can't stand it
Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer
[Jay Critch:]
Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta
Shawty, you too basic, I can't be your man, no
Diamonds they are racist, flashin' like a camera
Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo', hey

[Jay Critch:]
Shawty think she mine, I don't know (I don't know)
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon' smoke (okay fine)
I been really on my grind for the dope
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
[PnB Rock:]
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don't know
I don't cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Young nigga gettin' to the dough, got it for the low
What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy
[Jay Critch:]
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
She say that I flex, I do the most
Pull up in a 'rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
[PnB Rock:]
Aww shit, 12 comin', get low, yeah
I can't let them take this bankroll, yeah
Flowin' through the city with my bros, yeah
Ridin' with them poles, 'bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah