Gucci on my feet when I'm walking, yeah
I'm busting down my Cuban links I put some rocks in them
Sipping up on that drink, and its toxic, yeah
I know she wanna fuck with me because I'm popping, yeah
I just had to run it up I had no option, yeah
Now my engine in the trunk, you can say I'm doing well
Sipping up on that drink and its toxic, yeah
I know she wanna fuck with me because I'm popping, yeah

You got money problems girl
I got the antidote
Toss it, toss it back bust it open like a cantaloupe yeah
When I pull with the gang, know we do the most
I be going Danny phantom
I'm swerving in that ghost, yeah

They showing fake love, I can peep that from a mile away
Now I'm in the Maybach, and I'm laid back in designer frames yeah
And if I like that fuck a price tag I'ma cop it anyways
Yeah, I'm living life fast, think I might crash
I be wilding everyday

Tell me what you want, I got just what you need
I'll pull up to the party, and I'm flexing with my team
I got the Louie on my belt, and that Prada on my jeans
You see me stunting they can't do it like me
Yeah, you know I got that

Gucci on my feet when I'm walking, yeah
I'm busting down my Cuban links I put some rocks in them
Sipping up on that drink, and its toxic, yeah
I know she wanna fuck with me because I'm popping, yeah
I just had to run it up I had no option, yeah
Now my engine in the trunk, you can say I'm doing well
Sipping up on that drink and its toxic, yeah
I know she wanna fuck with me because I'm popping, yeah

Pulled up in a brand-new whip and the roof was cosmic, yeah
I been sipping on this codeine even though its toxic, yeah
New bust down Cartier frames got my vision clear as day
When she see me stunting she gon' come my way

I swear to God this life is what a nigga meant for
Spend it how I like 'cause I know I'ma get more
I'ma put my brand-new bitch in Louie V and Dior
No you don't gotta worry bout these lames anymore

I mix that Gucci with that Prada Raf Simmons that's all on me
Remember she ain't fuck with me now I bet she like what she see now
I keep couple racks stuff it in a jans-sport
Yeah, lil bitch I'm popping tags you know that's for damn sure, I got

Gucci on my feet when I'm walking, yeah
I'm busting down my Cuban links I put some rocks in them
Sipping up on that drink, and its toxic, yeah
I know she wanna fuck with me because I'm popping, yeah
I just had to run it up I had no option, yeah
Now my engine in the trunk, you can say I'm doing well
Sipping up on that drink and its toxic, yeah
I know she wanna fuck with me because I'm popping, yeah