Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-ah (Woo)
Pull up to the club with a check (Skrt), fuck it up
I could blow it all, get it back (Blow it), fuck it up
How the fuck you don't know where we at? (Where we at?) Fuck it up
Your bitch that's in my phone say, "Where you at?" (Come on) Fuck it up
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, fuck it up
Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, fuck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll fuck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll fuck it up, ayy
I used to be fucked up (Fucked up)
Now I got the rap game fucked up (Fucked up)
Jewelry, shit, I'ma hustler (Hustler)
Playin' with the coat, you get fucked up (Fucked up)
You know every whip I whip is foreign (Yeah-ah-ah)
You know every ho I fuck is foreign (Choo, choo, choo)
Lambo, I think it's time for me to get a Lambo
Wouldn't I look good in a Lambo?
Bitch, strap on the seat like Rambo (Boom-boom)
Pull up to the club, bitches be like, "Who are you?"
I'll fuck 'em up and let 'em look between Louboutin and Jimmy Choo
Tell me what you want, I got it all in my pocket
Gooey-ooey-ooey drippin' all in my closet
Balmain boots, these ain't no fuckin' Doc Martens
I got shooters out in Houston and they will hit you with a rocket (Woo)
Pull up to the club with a check (Skrt), fuck it up
I could blow it all, get it back (Blow it), fuck it up
How the fuck you don't know where we at? (Where we at?) Fuck it up
Your bitch that's in my phone say, "Where you at?" (Come on) Fuck it up
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, fuck it up
Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, fuck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll fuck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll fuck it up, ayy
Fuck that money up, I want some more, yeah (Oh yeah)
Fucked your bitch, I'll turn your wife into a whore, yeah (Yeah)
I'll fuck it up as soon as I come in the door, yeah (Oh-oh-oh)
Door, yeah, door, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Bougie bad bitches on the tour bus
I fuck my bitches by the twos, together
Yeah there's three of us
Five-star suites, top-floor, I'ma fuck it up (Uh)
Just gimme your card, I'ma fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Gimme your broad, I'll fuck it up (What?)
I know what you like, I got it all in my pocket
You flexin' like you lit, but I'm the reason that you poppin'
Ice so cold they call me Coca Baskin-Robbins
I be stylin' with no stylist, bitch, I'm fly like Mary Poppins
Pull up to the club with a check (Skrt), fuck it up
I could blow it all, get it back (Blow it), fuck it up
How the fuck you don't know where we at? (Where we at?) Fuck it up
Your bitch that's in my phone say, "Where you at?" (Come on) Fuck it up
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, fuck it up
Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay, fuck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll fuck it up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, I'll fuck it up, ayy