They say, "Yeat, you keep on evolving, how you so steady with it?" (Whoa)
They say, "Yeat, how your pockets swollen? You gotta show me that shit" (whoa)

'Bout to tell you how I'm doin' and shit
I got the devil on my phone, he told me, keep doin' this shit
Yeah, devil taught me how to get rich
Yeah, how many bands? Six-six
Twizz in a minivan, couple of big sticks
Bitch 'bout to ride me like she on a RipStik
Yeah, they said, "What's that red on your chest?" I told 'em, "that's your bitch lipstick"
Yeah, I pulled up in a Tonka and a helicopter, I'm goin' nuts
Yeah, I had a 50 band and I turned it to a honeybun
Didn't even need to go sign me a deal for these flawless diamonds, bitch, I'm already up
I got a lil' thotty, that bitch is the baddest, she up in that coupe on me, suckin' me up