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[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
We got Pateks on Pateks, what do you want
We got the blue cheese can't do no ranch
I got a muhfuckin' Rolls Royce, I got a muhfuckin' Maybach
I got a muhfuckin' two door coupe, babygirl I could race that
I had to cut the top off my roof, Cullinan I made that

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
We got Pateks on Pateks, what do you want
We got the blue cheese can't do no ranch
I got a muhfuckin' Rolls Royce, I got a muhfuckin' Maybach
I got a muhfuckin' two door coupe, babygirl I could race that
I had to cut the top off my roof, Cullinan I made that
I had to cut off my main boo, my new bitch she Blasian
All these muhfucking chains on my neck
You would've thought I was slaving
I cannot beef about no bitch, only beef about the Fetty, only beef about the Fetty
Margiela belt on her belly
I put chrome hearts on my watch I ain't [?]

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
I don't want no pussy baby give me heady
Make ya bitch ride BB, cause I'm petty
Tall Asian girl she moving with a vengeance
She mixing baby [?] with that Fendi
Pull up a Minimac, stick up in it
Pull up a diamond bag, he got a limit
I spent like four-hundred all on my Bentley, [?], let you know this not no rented
I just booked the telly, she ready, I had to duck off, its heavy
We just [?] the opps, [?], this bitch she keep bustin', I call her a wetty
Pussy so good man I brought her a wagon
Marry this bitch, but I don't need no wedding
Diamonds my neck look like snow you start sledding
Two-hundred thousand for Rick Owens bedding
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
We got Pateks on Pateks, what do you want
We got the blue cheese can't do no ranch
I got a muhfuckin' Rolls Royce, I got a muhfuckin' Maybach
I got a muhfuckin' two door coupe, babygirl I could race that
I had to cut the top off my roof, Cullinan I made that
I had to cut off my main boo, my new bitch she Blasian
All these muhfucking chains on my neck
You would've thought I was slaving
I cannot beef about no bitch, only beef about the Fetty, only beef about the Fetty
Margiela belt on her belly
I put chrome hearts on my watch I ain't [?]

[Verse 2: Future]
Chrome Heart over the machete (Yeah)
Rain on your block like confetti (Yeah)
Whip up the Audemar, fill it with 'guetties (Whoa)
Christian Dior, just for the aesthetics (Whoa)
Calm down my misery, thanks to this syrup (Yeah)
Based up in emeralds, draped up in pearls (Yeah)
Straight off the block to a whole 'nother world (Other world)
Travel to France, recruit me some girls (Yeah)
Meet me on the front row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on runts by the pound (Smokin' on runts)
Young niggas crazy, put a switch on the forty
Walk nigga down, hit him up, then record it
Exotic bitches fall in order, turn a dime to a quarter (Uh, yeah)
The block hot, Richard Porter, my rides get imported (Skrrt, skrrt), plug came out of Russia
Might have to spill that four, I got pesos
I'm on an island with the cash like Diego
Snowflake when I drip, I got rose gold
Got her flockin', these bitches on go mode
Can't name one hood that I can't go (That I can't go)
Four dollars and a half on a Rolls Royce (Rolls Royce)
Bought a house on a lake with a golf course (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Got a Korean bitch on my team (Korean bitch on my team)
I done wiped a nigga nose clean (I done wiped a nigga nose clean)
Bought some bullets and extra magazines (Bought some bullets and extra magazines)
Gang affiliated, by all means, any means
Private jets for me and my team (Private jets)
We didn't bring no clothes, we brought codeine (Yeah)
Got a flight attendant in the bathroom doin' dirty favors on me (On me)
She gon' do it on the whole crew, if I tell her so you ain't even gotta ask (On me)
A few space coupes sittin' in the stash
Some lil' tall shit, young Stacey Dash (Yeah)
I bought the mall out 'fore I went spazzin' (Spaz)
I gotta ball player contract, baby (Yeah)
High definition on me, no Fugazzi (High definition)
More ammunition, my niggas better go crazy
Fifty round clips, hoppin' out a Mercedes (Fifty round clips)
And I'm spaced out, on a whole 'nother level (And I'm spaced out)
Young niggas crazy, go dance with the devil (Dance with the devil)
Three ninety two, hit the switch on whoever (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Future]
Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat (Cat)
I count a million right here on my lap (On my lap)
Bought a new Spyder then take off the plastic
I stomp on that 488, hit the gas
Rick Owens pants, they lay to relax
Crocodile Dundee, Don C on my hat
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Oh yeah)
Alligator shoe on the pedal when I press it (Brrt, brrt)
You know we stay vibed out and that is a fact
None of these girls got strings attached
I'ma get my blue cheese and I be dressing
I gotta teach these bitches a lesson
She fell in love, she saw a million racks
I made it out, I ain't going back (Ooh)
Killing these niggas in all black
Look at these bitches, tryna broadcast

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert](New)
Sometimes I move like a Cobra
Gotta watch out for them vultures, gotta keep one in my holster
I might pull up in a Roadster, pull up that double cup right in my coaster
You know my trunk in the front, yeah, keep my engine in the back, yeah
I got me a Minimac (woah)
You know my gun is all black
I be swaggin' the best, yeah you know I be swaggin' the best
I be swaggin' the best, yeah you know I be swaggin' the best
Saucin and swaggin' the best, yeah, and none of you boys can dress
I be swaggin' the best, Rick Owens covering up a Tec
Slidin' we goin' make a mess, yeah
Look at my neck, bitch it's wet, yeah
Fuckin' this bitch now she wet, yeah
Pull up a Lamb' not a Vette', yeah
No no no I'm not tryna flex, aye
Fucked on your bitch, [?] sex, aye
I can fly your bitch on a jet if I want to
I can go spend that lil check, and I get it right back lil nigga if I want to
I put the pink diamonds all in my necklace, I might just put one in my front tooth
Do the drive-by in the Phantom, that's probably the only ghost that's goin' hunt you
I can just go to the mall and just buy out every store, nigga I want to
I did that shit like two years ago, nigga I did that shit when I only had like two
M's in the bank, know a nigga got twenty, these niggas get money, these niggas too bummy
These niggas they funny, why is they funny they don't got no money, these boys they too bummy
Found out bout' that cosign, they just brought in money, She pull up to my crib she don't got no undies
Okay whipping that brick in the chop like a [?]
Talking bout' money you know I got plenty
You actin' like you allergic to benjis
Proceed with caution, bulletproof the Bentley
I'm in Miami, my girl from the city
VIP in this bitch like it's my city
Rubberband puffy, I see money silly
Young nigga made it out [?]
I just went up in the Rollie
I just went up in the Rollie
I just went up in the Rollie
My double R [?]
I just went up in the Rollie
I just went up in the Rollie
I just went up in the Rollie (uh)
I just went up in the Rollie, I just went up in the Rollie
I just went up in the Rollie, fucked that bitch and now I don't know her
I just went up in the Rollie, I just went up in the Rollie
I just went up in the Rollie, pull up the double R so slowly
You gotta watch out for niggas, these niggas they watchin' I know it
We did the hit in the 982 Spyder, then we had to floor it
I'm out of line, out in New York, had to work in her bucket
I must admit that a young nigga focused
Chrome Heart the Cuban bracelet on my Rollie
You think you tough then you probably gotta show me
How you don't like me, you don't even know me
Talkin' that money, won't bet it
Bustdown the face, don't even set it
Emeralds that's all on the Patek
Emerald diamond motivation, it keep me motivated
They keep me motivated
Emeralds on me and baguettes
Yes I'm too rich so I hop on a jet
RIP Kobe, can't get on no Heli'
Niggas turn rat just for the cheddar
I'm pulling strings like it's Mozzarella
Whip it up in the cellar
Smell it like it's Portabella
Double C on my feet, like its cleats
Yeah my Rollie in my crib in Venetia
Suck my dick bitch she cough and she sneeze

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