[Intro]
We livin' lavish, nigga
[Chorus]
Oh, you on now? (Skrr)
Rocking shows now, rocking brand new clothes now (Clothes)
Gas it, I feel like a Rolling Stone now (Gas it)
Flashy, all my diamonds came up out the ground (Flash)
Hit, yeah, they hit, yeah, you know it's all legit (Hey)
Yeah, you know how it get, I don't got no time for shit
Rubber bands, pop it, yeah, they pop it like my fit
Haters ain't on nothing, yeah, they flopping like they fish (Skrr)
[Verse]
Laughing at these niggas while I'm rocking like I'm Chris (Rock it)
How you getting that bag, sitting on your ass? It don't make sense (No)
Bought a yellow cuban like I drowned that shit in piss (That shit legit)
We ain't seeing eye to eye, I got' scratch you off my list (What?)
I could wash a nigga (Skrr), I could do the dish (Oh, skrr)
Came up from a nickel, I just spent one hunnid fits (Yeah)
I'm a fashion killer, my hair bloody, I'm so pissed (Yeah)
No, I'm not your muddy, not your buddy, mind your business (Woah)
What the fuck you got me on the floor then on the ceiling (What the fuck?)
I been way too grown, I can't be fucking 'round with these children (Fuck with ya')
Rolling through the night, I'm with my troops, I'm with my dealers (With the–)
You ain't never gave me none', now fuck 'round with your feelings (I'ma hurt ya')
Because I'ma hurt ya' (Hey), then I might desert ya' (Slatt)
Is this what you want (Want), or do I make you nervous? (Yeah)
I let the cash talk (Talk), I'm showing my ice on these folks (I'm talking)
I'm sitting in the back-zone (Okay), I fuck her and tell her, "Get lost" (Skrr)
[Chorus]
Oh, you on now? (Skrr)
Rocking shows now, rocking brand new clothes now (Clothes)
Gas it, I feel like a Rolling Stone now (Gas it)
Flashy, all my diamonds came up out the ground (Flash)
Hit, yeah, they hit, yeah, you know it's all legit
Yeah, you know how it get, I don't got no time for shit
Rubber bands, pop it, yeah, they pop it like my fit
Haters ain't on nothing, yeah, they flopping like they fish (Skrr)