Don't nobody give a damn what all that shit talking 'bout, man
We tryna hear some of that, that "Girl, shake your ass
Shake your ass, shake your ass," and you know what I'm saying?
I'm tryna get that in my life
Gemini

Diamond, diamond, diamond, that's my shit
Oh, juice (wet), 3-piece, crisp (damn)
Saucey, dripping (dripping), CEO of this (CEO)
Curry, wavy, my undertone's a bitch
Shoutout to my city, know I really does this
Third time's a charm, I'm feeling triumphant (I want it)
I put a little gold up on my bicuspids
They can only see my eyes inside of the Cutlass (who's he?)
She may be vanilla cream, baby, her butt big
They treat me like McGregor when I'm out in Dublin (they do)
My mama don't like it when I be cussing (she don't)
But fuck these motherfuckers, mama, I don't trust them
It's plush up in the bucket, look, don't touch it, thought you knew
In the pocket like I'm Russel, man, I hustle, watch me move
In the summer watch me fuck around, I'm 'bout to drop the roof
She hopped up in the whip
And then I taught her how to play the flute, play the flute

They hating on a player
Don't understand, they need to get they weight up (okay)
Shazam, I'ma have to David Blaine her (what you doin'?)
Emoji hands, I'm praying for them haters (Amen)

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Aye, little mama, aqui
Skin tone macchiato, we eating mahi-mahi
On Miami Beach, we have a party la-dee-da-dee
On my B-I-E 'til I D-I-E, I think I'm king (I think I'm king)
You didn't think that I would get the peacoat
Unbutton that motherfucker, nothing but a speedo (look!)
Who's that peeking in my window, Cee-Lo
I was on that Cujo, that Big Gipp and that Timo
Dolce and Gabbana, cappuccino gelato
In that grotto out in Cabo
Amateur, so Apollo
Whip this bulky like Costco, I'm out here and dodging 5-0
I hit the block with that top low, a dookie rolled with a poncho
But it ain't about to rain on me
Tryna sing up in the bitch, but I ain't on key
Now I stay genuine, I'm the same old G
Feeling like John Havlicek with these eight gold rings
Play the flute

They hating on a player
Don't understand, they need to get they weight up (okay)
Shazam, I'ma have to David Blaine her (what you doin'?)
Emoji hands, I'm praying for them haters (Amen)

Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay
Ah-choo, God bless you, ay

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Ben Haggerty, Tyler Andrews, Tyler Dopps