Right now, right now, right now, right now

Murda, Future, Young OG right now

Kiss, hol' up

(Metro Boomin want some more, ******)

I'm still eating, I'm being greedy

I rather that then being needy

Camera man tryna TMZ me

Side piece tryna PND me

Right now I'm too cautious

Thirsty hoes get two Vosses

You with a loser that's two losses

Dripping off me, I'm too saucy

Off white on a off night

Givenchy lay on a laundry day

Soft whites going off right

These diamonds *******ne like light bulbs

My shoe closet like flight club

Treat your ass like the athletes

Might hit it when I leave the night club

I don't trust them either, I don't blame Metro

****** with OG, not a lame retro

Told you from the get go, let's go, get go, get low

Couple ******s betting against us, that's no bet tho

If Brooklyn don't trust you like what's up with son'

They throw bullets where

I'm from make you cough up a lung

If ain't no bad ******* in there I pull up with some

And right now I'm on some kush and a cup of som'n

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles ******

Coppin the whips on these ******s

Don't ******, don't ******, don't ****** with these ******s

Ain't got no love for these ******s

No love, no love, no love for these ******s

I just blow the cash on my young hoe

I just blow some cash on my young hoe

******' up this cash with my young ******s

******' up a bag with my young ******s

Oh I just ran off on the plug (twice)

If you ain't getting money, you a dub

I'm lit right now

Fab and Kiss on the remix right now

For a bag of bricks

I hit you like Rico hit Mitch right now

Got pills on me, got loud on me, got powder

She got a period, so she want suck it for a hour

She nasty with it, want me to put it in her anus

She my Blac Chyna, my Amber Rose, she a stripper

I'mma make her famous

Got a rollie

I ain't paid for piece hittin' right now

Get the pyrex, get the baking soda

I'mma whip it, right now

I'm whats up right now, I'm Fat Joe

All the way up right now

If Future don't trust it, bang bang

I'mma shot you up right now

If Murda don't trust you he gon' shoot you

Lil' Mexico don't trust you we gon' shoot you

Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

If Brooklyn don't trust you, they gon' shoot you

I don't rep nothing my ******, I'm neutral

D-Block, any conflict and I'm making it crucial

If Jada don't trust you then Kiss is gon' shoot you

Funeral on Tidal, the wake is on Youtube

What they do, they selling hard, puffing wet

Messing with the credit cards, bustin' checks

Pumping in the jets, dumping off the Tec's

Hopping on the yachts, jumpin' off the jets

Like

I just blow the cash on my young hoe

I just blow some cash on my young hoe

******' up this cash with my young ******s

******' up some bands with my young ******s

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

100 shooters in the club, 100 bottles

Coppin the whips on these ******s

Don't ******, don't ******, don't ****** with these ******s

Ain't got no love for these ******s

No love, no love, no love for these ******s

(Metro Boomin want some more, ******)