text: Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Haha, ay
  DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby
  I got this lil bitch on the side 
  She hop on my dick and she ride 
  We sit there like we stuck in traffic 
  Like hold on bae, give me some time 
  When you see me, you see a bad bitch 
  I dont do them nickels and dimes 
  DaBaby DaBaby DaBaby DaBaby 
  Got a diaper on and he still fine 
  Yeah thats what I made your bitch say 
  Ok they wanna play, Ima play 
  I just got off probation today 
  Bout to hop on a plane to LA
  If you lookin for sauce, Im the plug 
  Im a boss, I dont talk to a scrub 
  My lil bitch say she fallin in love 
  I told her get off of them drugs
  Seven bad bitches in the lobby 
  Thirteen hoes in the sprinter 
  I bet her boyfriend wont try me 
  Pick a nigga up, dont kill him 
  Thats what I had to tell my niggas 
  Go check the numbers, Im winnin 
  I had to get fresh for the winter 
  Run off on my plug in December 
  Ballin all the way to summer 
  Treatin bad bitches like they normal
  Aint no back and forth, I never argue 
  They done fucked around and got me started 
  Dont compare me to no other artists
  Million dollar phone call with Arnold 
  Gettin lit, we drinkin out the bottle 
  With another nigga baby momma 
  I came in with two bitches 
  And left with some new bitches 
  I got so much sauce on me 
  Dont know what to do with it 
  That boy, he a fool with it 
  Thats enough women for two niggas 
  Oh no, I do not fuck with no new niggas 
  He know I took his bitch, he like, You did it 
  Walked in with a diaper like, Who shitted?
  These hoes startin to get on my nerves 
  Keep callin my phone, they the worst 
  Had to put it on do not disturb 
  Now she lookin like, You got some nerve 
  And Im lookin like, You got some curves 
  Need a couple thousand for a verse 
  Cause they like what I do with my words
  DaBaby
  DaBaby DaBaby DaBaby DaBaby
  Haha ay
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby