Know you got a lucky one like me (me)
Take you from that dirty, made you who wanna be (yeah)
Survival of the fittest, had no choice, become a G (G)
It’s good to know that you can make it up up out them streets
You a star babe
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
K Bangerz [Intro: Young Thug]
All I said is for you to keep it real, each and every day
Aww, darling, yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Plain Jane AP with a Cuban link to match it
Diamonds on me dancin’, got me lookin’ like Michael Jackson
I don’t want you dead, that’s that Fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt on, color my spleen
I can’t get enough of codeine
If you make me stop, you know you’ll owe me
Good pussy, good money, good genes
I just wanna show you love
I’m the one that got you Frank Chesters
I don’t want the time to be up, yeah
I don’t wanna find new love
Like a G4, like a G5, you get fly-y-y
You a real one, such a real one, oh my, my, my
Never stop, it’s always go
Send me nudes when I’m on the road
Send me nudes when I’m on the road, baby
Watch ’em before and after the show baby
Your body shaped just like a Coke, baby
But you already know
K Bangerz
[Refrain: Young Thug & Hi Doraah]
Yeah, oh yeah (yeah)
Oh yeah (yeah)
Yea-ea-ea-eah
Yea-ea-ea-eah
[Verse: Hi Doraah]
I just went and bossed you up and your whole damn team (team)
Put you in designer, Christian Dior and McQueen (Queen)
Selfish ’cause I want you to hold it down with me (me)
Hold me down ’til the very end, a unity
How you feelin’?

Right? [Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right? Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right? Right? Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

Laurent, baby, you’re mine
You trippin’, yeah, I’m gon’ leave you
Cross-shoulder Gucci knapsack, I see you
Promethazine with no ice, I don’t need you
Push up in the driveway, no top, don’t need you
Stop and wipe off my Margielas, they bleedin’ (hey, yeah)
I’m off a Percocet 30, don’t need it (yeah, huh)
That ain’t no real Actavis, you can keep it (tuh, uh huh)
Your bitch top model, that’s why she conceited (yeah, uh huh)
[Bridge: Valee]
I can see shit clear
I rock the zones, I see the fu shit clear, hey
Hundred thousand on me, hey
I got my own money, yeah
[Chorus: Valee]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It’s high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
[Verse 3: Valee & Vic Mensa]
I’m in the Ferrari Modena
I’m in that new Spider, this not a four seater
Bitch got an Aston Martin, no Gina
I painted my nails red, her hair red, paprika
Ooh, she need security, Brinks her
I took her to Catch, this ain’t no Little Caesars
My Chinese bitches bad, they look like a Geisha
My African bitch bad, she pray to Orishas
I’m smokin’ loud like an ice cream truck speakers
It’s Halloween, I’m in Christian Dior creepers
This is not Pucci, this some Gucci sneakers
I don’t know ’bout you, hey
[Chorus: Valee]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you [Chorus: Valee & Vic Mensa]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It’s high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey (Vino Valentino)
I don’t know ’bout you
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Me and Valee got the city hot
Valet the DB11 at Diddy’s spot
I don’t usually rap ’bout the shit I got
You a hater for a living, that’s a shitty job
I just made 2 mil, I don’t milly rock
My IG inbox is full of forget-me-nots
They know I got my own money
Handmade t-shirt, it’s Off-White Murakami
Met her at Equinox, she got no tummy, hey
Cartier lenses, I see the fu shit 20/20, hey
You hate your life, you checkin’ the price
I don’t use Tinder, all I do is swipe
Glock 17 as I kiss you goodnight
I’m not 17, bitch, I don’t want to fight
Just performed at Playhouse, left with a Play Bunny
Michael Jordan’s Steakhouse, fillet, sautéed onions
He say he gon’ rob me, he think he Davis, haha, that shit funny
Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino
[Chorus: Valee]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It’s high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
[Verse 2: Valee]
Sittin’ at the light, I rock Off-White
Four-door is white, my diamonds bright
Stayed up tonight, late up, you right
Yves St.

[Intro]
What about, what about you?
Ooh ooh
You, ooh, ay
Prime forever
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m tryna get that coochie yah
You know I love the way it’s Gucci yah
But I ain’t tryna be too pushy, no
Just tell me when it’s Gucci, when it’s good to go
Where you going lil mama?
I’m tryna pull up with you
Let’s hit up Neimans
I’m down to fuck up the store with you
I got a fetish for stunning women in denim
She a one on one she like the number eleven
She got on Burberry that make me wanna rip it off
I’m sipping lean it help me balance out the addy
She on the purp she like to mix it with the xannies
I got the bars I let her pop ’em like they candies
You can never see me with no randies
I break bread with my brothers that’s a family
Prime forever you know we like Roc-A-Fella
It’s Jimmaveli, yeah tell me who do it better
Codeine dripping on my Christian Dior
I’m just tryna get my foot through the door
I know they watch ’cause the Rolex watches
The foreign cars and the Audemar boxes

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about, what about you?

[Verse 2]
Hit up Harlem pull up on the stoops
Hit up Cali feelin’ like I’m Snoop
Drop the roof on the coupé whoop de whoop
Go MIA and I feel like Uncle Lou
I’m in a blue Mercedes rolling down a dirt road
Headed to a place you’ve never seen
Ain’t nothing wrong with that strong ace and medicine
Let’s get it popping your number one option
Jimmy the bull, I’m bleeding
Pour up a four like the seasons
I’m ’bout to freeze it, yeah
I bet that please her
Let her taste the sauce a little just to tease her

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about what about you?

Oo, oo
You, you, yeah

[Verse 1]
She don’t wan’ fuck for the minimum
She just tryna fuck with some criminals
Mobsters and bosses and generals
She not tryna give up that na na na na
For no free 99
Open your eyes and start freeing your mind
Would you try make a mil off of retail
Shed the details on real detail
Run up the digital money
Gotta keep checking the email
Where’s the females?
Too much G mails
Pull up the bag on you dumbos
Bands too big for my pants they on jumbo
Skinny jeans with the ripped holes
Think they Rick Owens, I got so many
I don’ sold plenty, I don’ pour plenty
Split my soul plenty
All for your loyalty
The family all royalty
Put my daughter in Christian Dior
Gotta keep all ten toes to the floor
I always knew I wanted more
Jimmy the young bleeding bull
Jimmy the young bleeding bull

[Chorus]
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side
Don’t you know I try
Don’t you know how I
Care so much I die
Need you by my side

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 1]
One coupe, two coupes, three coupes, no roof
What I’m rockin’, Versace snow boots
I’m ballin’, they mad, I hit the blunt and laugh
I fucked your bitch, I’m sorry, my bad
Christian Dior, my bitch, she spoiled
I’m pourin’ up Act in a Rolls Royce
Big diamonds, big, timin’
One truck, two trucks, my shooters behind me
One milly, two milly, three milly, four
Go get the money, nigga go
Got paper on my motherfucking mind
Your baby momma on my motherfucking line

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast

[Verse 2]
Pull up, jump out, something foreign
Got too high, woke up, forgot where I was this morning
Young nigga, ballin’, NBA
Ask her do she wants some keys and shot her in her face
A lot of whips, a lot of ice
A lot of chips, I’m livin’ life
Mercedes Benz 600, parked outside of Benihanas
400 thousand in my backpack and a half of P
She call me, I text her, I’m on the way
These niggas, they fake, they hate, I’m paid

[Hook]
I got a whole lot of guap
Lot of pussies hatin’, tell them I said don’t stop
I got a whole lot of cars
Bad bitches love rich niggas, I swear to God
I smoke a whole lot of weed
I got two white girls at the Four Seasons on their knees
I sold a whole lot of bags
I think I need to slow it down, I’m livin’ too fast