It's Gravy, baby, ooh
(We packin' Diamond Pistols) uh

Tell your mama, run me my money (baby)
She got way too much to count (she's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (ooh, baby, ayy, ayy)

Plain Jane Patek costs 80K, Jerry Rice
She be sippin' rose, Gravy sippin' cherry Sprite
Shawty got the vice grip, all my ladies very tight
Gravy Train sugar baby, I can keep the Philly price
Serenade your mama like I'm Barry White
Gravy in the cut, that's a scary sight
Yelling Yahtzee, shawty got a pair of dice
Got your wealthy mama takin' Gravy out to paradise

Tell your mama, run me my money (baby)
She got way too much to count (she's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (ooh, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, Gravy in this bitch, so you know I got the thang poppin'
Hasselhoff your bae in the bay, call it Baywatchin'
Hittin' three hoes three time (whoa), Klay Thompson
Call that bitch Kim Jong Un how she brainwashin'
Fuckin' with your mama 'cause my ex be on some ho shit
Got your mama crackin' it and shakin' like a glowstick
Sent me twenty texts, talkin' 'bout she want some more dick
Let me get some minutes and I find out with my bonus

When we met
It was face down, ass up
I didn't know you were ballin'
I didn't know you racked up
But now that I know
Need the all-pink Porsche with the Fogiato rims, yeah
I need a '68 Chevelle with the spinners on the side (yeah)

Tell your mama, run me my money (baby)
She got way too much to count (she's got way too much)
Put me on your family phone bill (family phone bill)
Put my name on a bank account (ooh, ayy, ayy)

(Baby)
(Oh, that's real good)

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Casey Manheim, Christian Michael Dold, Matthew Hauri, Robert John Richardson, Zachary Zurn