作词 : Milan Beker/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Isaac De Boni/Michael Mule/Sean Anderson/Emmanuel Nickerson/Enoch Rich Harris III/Welbon Morris Jr./Myles Satterfield/Travis Walton/Aaron Booe/Julian Harris/Markus Randle/Eric Bellinger/Jazz Cartier

作曲 : Milan Beker/Rogét Chahayed/Terius Gesteelde-Diamant/Isaac De Boni/Michael Mule/Sean Anderson/Emmanuel Nickerson/Enoch Rich Harris III/Welbon Morris Jr./Myles Satterfield/Travis Walton/Aaron Booe/Julian Harris/Markus Randle/Eric Bellinger/Jazz Cartier

Ooh-ooh, mmm-mm

Ooh-ooh

Whoa, whoa, yeah

You a yes man, I'm a rich boy (Throw some Ds on her)

I'm a breast man, I'ma skeet on her, make a mess

And she gon' look up to me, I'm who she proud of

I come from where it's hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

New shit might get spooky, had to bring the ways back

Stupid lil' b***h wan' reminisce about some shit from way back

When you slackin' on the job, that's when they try and take that

**** really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks

Why don't you get out yo' feelings? Middle fingers to these ****

They wanna see me turn to the villain, either way though, I'm a killer

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes"

Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh

Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh

Yes, tch, yes, huh, yes, huh

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes", huh

Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh

**** you mean? My life real GTA

And I need a payment in ETH

Right now the mother****er ETA

And I be the champ, ****, year after year, after year

Yeah, I'm goin' three-peat wave

I ain't droppin' no dime, you boys cheapskates

And I'm stickin' to the course, no PGA

Hoes plottin' on me, that's so cliché

Five-star suite, five-star general, yeah, b***h, and I'm goin' AWOL (AWOL)

How the **** a young **** got his whole logo

On a jersey and a **** don't play ball?

Stupid **** been like, "What you been on?"

I said, "A ****in' rocket, b***h, I'm 'bout to go take off" (Take off)

B***h, I'ma fly my own PJ, **** you mean?

Top flight security of the world, Craig

Goofy-ass highs

**** got my name in they mouth 'cause I'm all in their girl head

I stuck to the code, **** can't decode me

If they pushin' my buttons, it's code red

Twenty thousand b*****s prayin' that we break up

You that ****, why you sleepin'? I'm him when I wake up

Yeah, holy matrimony, way I stack the cake up

This right here the realest game I probably ever gave up

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes"

Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh

Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh

Yes, tch, yes, huh, yes, huh

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, mother****er, yes", huh

Yes, huh, yes, huh, yes, huh

Yes

Yeah

Yes

I would rather give y'all my soul, I don't have to sell it

Might take a piss off your rap Mount Rushmore after I scale it

Blue strips when I do hit the strip, know we ****in' it up like Elvis

No broke talk, G.O.A.T. talk

Money talkin' to me, like I don't need no mother****in' therapist

Brought it right back to the crib like it's nowhere else to go

I was in North Carolina, throwin' up them pyramids with Hov

Confirmation that my ancestors built pyramids, for sure

Nothin' happens by coincidence, it's written in the scrolls

****in' wifey types like hoes

I can't even put on my clothes, b***h, I gotta go

Pockets so deep, it implodes

Who keepin' up with the score? I don't plateau

**** back up in that mode

And I don't weigh no pros or no cons 'cause I only know pros

**** what you sellin' me

I lay the play down to run this b***h, I think they tellin' me, "No"