Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy
Ayy, Baby Pluto (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, what?
Took your girl, now you can't find her
Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana
Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas
She will not play me every time I try to holler
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah

Boy, I get so fly that I could've been a stylist (yeah)
Undercover tee and Goyard all on my wallet (what?)
What I spent on Wang could've sent my bitch to college (ayy)
Alexander McQueen, Number (N)ine my jeans
Yeah, I'm lookin' oh so clean, oh, uh, yeah, I get it now
These girls like the way I dress
So these niggas wanna steal my style
Never really care but these niggas tryna kill my style
I'm not talkin' 'bout them niggas, there's too many girls around (girls around)
There's too many girls around (girls around)
She don't want me, then the world go 'round
Take a bath in the money, bitch, roll around
For you she's going up
For me she's going down
Yeah, going down, slow it down (hey)
Know she cook like Benihana so she throwin' down (yeah)
I'm the shit and she know it now (know it now)
Told her come this way and she turn around (yeah)

Yeah, what?
Took your girl, now you can't find her
Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (what, what?)
Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (yeah)
She will not play me every time I try to holler
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah

Smoking on some high dream
Got my eyes red, I might need some Visine (yeah)
Swervin' in a Lambo', not a i8 (not a motherfuckin' i8)
Yeah, I keep stuffing money in my safe
It will not close, yeah (whoa)
Move like a soldier
I throw my bows up like the Magnolia, yeah (Magnolia)
You can not hold her, yeah (why?)
Diamonds got colder like it's pneumonia (water)
Move around with a badder chick (yeah)
She a shooter, yeah, you know she got a felony (jeez)
I ain't with that tellin' shit, swear it ain't shit you could tell on me
He be hatin' 'cause where I am he will never be (come on, girl)

Yeah, what?
Took your girl, now you can't find her
Yeah, she in my kitchen, whip it up like Benihana (what, what?)
Yeah, she roll with me 'cause I'm known to stack the commas (yeah)
She will not play me every time I try to holler
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah
Come this way, come this way, yeah

Ayy, Lil Uzi Vert, ayy
Baby Pluto, whoa

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Writer(s): Lyle Leduff, Nicole Miglis, Paul Garonzik, Symere Woods, Trayer Tryon, Zachary Tetreault