[Intro: Future]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I'ma always have my ice on
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Change my bitch like clothes
[Chorus: Ghostluvme]
Fill my closet but I just might hit the store (Woah, yeah)
Fill my pockets but I drain 'em when I pour (Yeah, yeah)
Hit her DM, she my dirty little friend (Huh, woah)
I'm just gettin' to the bag, and then I spend (Yeah, woah)
It's like
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
I been losin' all control
[Verse 1: Future]
Check the mall down, buy out the store
Van Cleef chain made in New York
Real street nigga, cash galore
Top speed in the Ferrari truck
Smokin' zooters and I'm high as a star
The definition of swagger
Woah, woah, I'm baggin' her
Woah, woah, turn my swag up
Crank the coupe and do the dashboard
Dirty money on two cups
Cuban link by kilo
Stackin' cheddar like Lego
Put the brr, brr on the Calico
Catch you in traffic, I'll split your brain
Hangin' with a killer 'cause I feel his pain
Codeine on my liver, I'm livin' too dangerous (Yeah)
Ridin' with my twin, slatt, slatt everything (Slatt, slatt)
Gallery Department, Bottega (Bottega)
I ball every day like I'm player (Player)
These bitches waitin' on me like a waiter (Waiter)
Niggas like me very rare, yeah (Rare)
Solitary diamonds, glisten‘ n‘ glare, yeah (Glare)
[Pre-Chorus: Future & Ghostluvme]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'ma always have my ice on
I get to the money, I stack it up
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I walk in the bank, and I bag it up
Change my bitch like clothes
I'm rockin' designer, I'm taggin' up
Walk in the store, and I bag it up
Woah, woah, woah, I'm baggin' up
[Chorus: Ghostluvme]
Fill my closet but I just might hit the store (Woah, yeah)
Fill my pockets but I drain 'em when I pour (Yeah, yeah)
Hit her DM, she my dirty little friend (Huh, woah)
I'm just gettin' to the bag, and then I spend (Yeah, woah)
It's like
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
I been losin' all control
[Verse 2: Ghostluvme]
I been losin' all control
I hit the plug then hit your ho
Brand new tires twenty-fours
I hit the gas and watch 'em roll
Spendin' thousands on designer clothes
I get too high, I cancel shows
Spendin' thousands on designer pills
I'm way too high, I'm off a seal
I'm poppin' 'til I cannot feel
Oxy', Addy, off some pills
Got an addy link and chill
Got a seal there droppin' real
Got a mill', its just some pills
Got a chain with diamonds 'til
She give me brain 'cause I got bills
[Chorus: Ghostluvme & Future]
Fill my closet but I just might hit the store (Woah, woah, I'm baggin' her)
Fill my pockets but I drain 'em when I pour (Woah, woah, I'm baggin' her)
Hit her DM, she my dirty little friend (Huh, huh, bag up)
I'm just gettin' to the bag, and then I spend (Chain, chain like there you go)
It's like
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (I'ma always have my ice on)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Woah, woah
I been losin' all control
[Outro: Future]
Change my bitch like clothes
