[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Paid $100 for some head, nigga, say you ain't did it!
I know where a lick is four of mil', nigga, say you ain't with it!
Now if we hit this lick, nigga, and you don't want to split it,
Then it's bow, bow, bow to your mothafuckin' fitted, now!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck!
I pull up in that truck, pull up in that truck,
I run that bitch over, call it Trukfit,
And, yeah, I'm on my own, I'm screamin', «Fuck it!»
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Fuck it, I'm whippin' it crazy,
I'm ridin' the foreign, I'm doin' 180,
My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly,
Type of nigga buy the watch and change the bezel.
They ain't never seen me comin' like this,
Smokin' on that gasoline in the VIP,
They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline
‘Cause all these bitches wanna do is jump on the dick.
I hop over fence, I'm offended by co-defendants,
Drink codeine for morning sickness,
Your dad was a mothafuckin' snitch, so, nigga, you were born a witness!
Allstate, accident forgiveness,
Say my name by accident, we actin' ignorant,
Doin' a drive-by while you playin' different.
This that Me Time at the finest,
You won't beat me or see me whinin',
I am gangsta like the Raiders cap with a Jheri curl on the side,
I like thighs and breasts, I hide from stress,
I don't even know where my phone at,
Crib so mothafuckin' big, I don't even know where my room at!
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Whip so fast they say «There he go!»
Bitch so bad, man, I think she know,
Turned 100 to a mil', man, I think they know,
Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know.
I think they know, I think they know,
I think they know, yeah, yeah, I think they know,
I think they know, I think they know,
I think they know, yeah, yeah, I think they know.
[Verse 2: Cap. 1]
I think they know it, if they don't, then fuck it, I show it,
Blow it like you owe it, ordered a case of Moët,
Y'all get to goin' back to back in foreigns,
All black like I'm wanted.
Got your bitch zonin', send her back in the morning,
That money comin', tryna stack it, enormous,
You niggas pussy, fuckin' rat on your homies,
I think they know it, they know it, they know it.
I got a plane that's sittin' round the corner,
I got some bitches here from California,
Got on my chains, I'm lookin' like a dope boy,
These niggas don't want it, I put that on mañana,
My chain into 100, my belt Ferragamo,
Go to LA, meet the plug at Katanas,
I'm still the king of my city, and they know it,
And I paint pictures with these words, I'm a poet,
And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin',
A 50 a check then I'm in it, if niggas stay with it, then they get extorted,
And I'm gone.
[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Whip so fast they say «There he go!»
Bitch so bad, man, I think she know,
Turned 100 to a mil', man, I think they know,
Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know.
I think they know, I think they know,
I think they know, yeah, yeah, I think they know,
I think they know, I think they know,
I think they know, yeah, yeah, I think they know.