My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
My baby, my baby
Talk to 'em

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfuckin' bezel
I poured my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'
My bitch, exotic, like somethin' from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
L.A., I'm ducked off, in the hills, the highest

Went got my bands up
I just be entertainin' the crowd, just like a stand-up
I was down on my dick, couldn't even stand up
Yeah, your block'll get twisted, yeah, nigga get patted up
I want everything I see, just bag it up
Too many cameras on the condo, just need to back me up
Yeah, she dropped her draws, her ass soft like cotton balls
Can't even hold the Draco in my hand, it jump like a frog (grrt)
Boy, kill yourself, you think my daughter ain't gettin' fed
Havin' that type of bankroll, that'll get a nigga stretched (stretched)
Yeah, they talkin' 'bout doin' this and that, but you know they scared
Nigga mad 'bout they bankroll, income ain't comin' in yet

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfuckin' bezel
I poured my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'
My bitch, exotic, like somethin' from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
L.A., I'm ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby (my baby)
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby (hey, baby)

Smellin' like Tom Ford, baby girl lovin' my hygiene (hygiene)
Yeah, I'm drippin' in fashion and I ride with these magazines
Choker chain dance, yeah, fast car drivin'
Stains on my jeans, it wasn't for that, you woulda never caught me
I just have a lot of rings on me like a Audi
Lifestyle I'm livin', I'll never pop it
He made the wrong turn on Bleveland, then they burnt him up
Ridin' 'round with a lot of racks in my jeans
Yeah, I got Birkins on me (racks)
Ho thought I was slow 'cause I'm sippin' codeine
Bitch, you burnt as fuck
Know you runnin' 'round here fuckin' the whole gang
Yeah, you slurpin' us

Got a long way to go, but I'm closer than ever
I Chanel the belt, I Chanel the sweater
I go through a lot but I keep it together (I go through a lot)
I'm pullin' up, four hundred and better
It's a real blizzard storm in this motherfuckin' bezel
I poured my heart out, I wrote me a letter
A nigga so rich, yeah, they callin' me treasure (I wrote me a letter)
I'm stylin', I'm wildin', got sticks, I ain't hidin'
My bitch, exotic, like somethin' from the islands
My peace, so sacred, I stay by violence
L.A., I'm ducked off, in the hills, the highest

My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Aidan Minsoo Han, Anand Vivek Joshi, Raqhid Jevon Render, Sam Matthew