(Turn me up YC, turn me up YC, turn me up YC)
Go grab that, let's get it
Get them bags in, put that shit in there, let's go
I ain't got all day

Yeah, yeah (go)
I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
Fuck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)

Smokin' gettin' a manicure, the struggle built my character (woah)
75K in each year lil' boy get your carrots up (one-fifty)
Wockesha that's all I pour inside my cup, look lavender (purp)
Them talkin' ain't stop no money so it ain't affect us
Got enough Cubans on, nah, I ain't tryna link with no nigga
I'on't give a fuck if they had some Act'
I still wouldn't drink with no nigga (still won't sip with no nigga)
Where I'm from you up a hunnid they look at you like that nigga (crazy)
Just 'cause you told me 'bout bodies, don't mean I believe you my nigga (know what's up with you)
If you ever seen me runnin', it was prolly off on the plug
She like, "Uh-uh, boy you toxic, but that's the shit that I love" (me too)
I'm pulled over with the hazards makin' plays on the E-Way (rushin')
Operation smooth I won't even talk on a prepaid (go)

I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
Fuck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (woah)
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)

(Woah) Woah, yeah
Pour up the drank, a hunnid pounds ain't mixin' this
Send the regular OG back, baggin' up exotic packs (woah, woah)
Four-forty-eight plus them fifteen grams
You know how much this turkey bag weigh (what?)
He send them bills, they overweight (woah, yeah)
Can't stop until I'm overpaid, these niggas overrated
Caught a flight, it got delayed, my trap be jumpin' Chick-fil-A (woah)
Stamped in the middle, I break down a brick a day
Yeah, probably charge you clean, yeah, three-fifty for an eight

I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin' (I believe you)
What I serve my jay, it's gon' leave his nose runnin' (raw)
Fuck it, murder was the case, I gave my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk? (Too much lackin')
I let 'em feel like they got away, they just get by (true)
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie (where you at now?)
Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie (prices high)
Bye-bye, if you ain't try to buy a brick or pound (no hablo inglés)

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Christopher Pearson, Demario Dewayne White Jr., Terrence Triplett