text: Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, I know my wrist be dancin crazy 
  Been on some fly shit lately 
  Used to be so damn patient 
  But now its Fuck you, pay me 
  Cant let these motherfuckers phase me 
  Never let that money change me 
  Aint the way my momma raised me 
  Dont mean to brag, but can you blame me? 
  Two hundred K and VVS, yellow diamonds 
  They wanna run up but they wont never find me 
  Sleep right next to the F&N
  Motherfuckers the government
  Shut down all the plotting 
  One hundred bands on my body 
  Yeah, fuck with them boys, touch your body 
  Lil momma just want my pockets 
  Yeah, Rari take off like a rocket 
  Yeah, hold up, you too close 
  I dont know, I dont know ya 
  Had to run it, run it up 
  How I roll, how I roll, yeah 
  Its like after you pop off 
  They all act like they know ya 
  And Young Post be like Pablo 
  And they all love to blow, yeah 
  I know my wrist be dancin crazy 
  Been on some fly shit lately 
  Used to be so damn patient 
  But now its Fuck you, pay me 
  Cant let these motherfuckers phase me 
  Never let that money change me
  Aint the way my momma raised me 
  Dont mean to brag, but can you blame me? 
  Two hundred, swerving, dippin, dodge on the highway 
  You may contain me but you wont never stop me 
  On her way to my residence 
  Try message your boo again
  She pullin up prolly 
  Yeah, strally inside of that Bentley 
  Yeah, come take a tat on my belly 
  Yeah, people actin too friendly, man
  They tryna get dividends 
  This shit is a problem 
  Yeah, you just be talkin shit but aint ever met me 
  DeChino fucked your bitch and now you resent me 
  I know them people but they dont represent me 
  Them wastemen, we gonna make em all pay 
  They will never stop the plan
  Eighty jumpin off my hand
  Rollie, Rollie, Rollie 
  Bust it open , holy moly 
  I know my wrist be dancin crazy 
  Been on some fly shit lately 
  Used to be so damn patient 
  But now its Fuck you, pay me 
  Cant let these motherfuckers phase me 
  Never let that money change me
  Aint the way my momma raised me 
  Dont mean to brag, but can you blame me? 
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Mmm, yeah
  Mmm, yeah