It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Tell everything but the truth,

Get nothin' but love from my crew

I guess they hate what you do,

Pull up in coupes with no roofs

You caught me in a good mood,

Can't put a spike in my groove

Got more these designer shoes

I drip, I need an award

I built that way for that Porsche,

I think I'm on a high horse

YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes, we kill 'em off, no remorse

I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys

Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes

I got that flame to the torch,

Young Gunna ball with no court

I hit that trap and quit sports,

I give all thanks to the lord

I hit that yo and record,

They get that drip from your boy, mmh

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you

Try 'em, Man bag, guns in 'em

Track pants, run in 'em

Gorilla glue, Godzilla

We don't **** with no *****

How you want that Saint Laurent bag

And you ain't suckin' no ****

My lil LA ***** got jetlag, she off that coke s**t

**** that s**t, come on shawty

**** that Ghost, where the Rari?

None of my ******, want to party

Them young ****** want to catch a body

We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots

Threesome, them my type of thots

Vegas ***** tried to sell me *****

Tell that ho like hell no

Main homie's ***** tried to **** me

And she told me he don't know

If they out they won't say s**t

'Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled

And we about the violence, my young ****** be wildin'

Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes

I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo

I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound

Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you

My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move

The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo

'Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you