This dope will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made them open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't even wanna hit
Bitch tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done bitch
Gucci on that done shit, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)

Hop out that new Maybach like I come from paper
You've been cuffin' bitches you a super saver
My boy already rich he got my future paper
We just parked a Wraith inside a elevator
Tootsie on Tuesday in a private room making a movie
I got some vibes with me getting groovy,
We at the top floor in a jacuzzi
Roll with some hot boys like I'm Juvy
I'm on that dumb shit like Gucci
I spent twenty-six thousand in Gucci
Go ask about me this shit ain't no news
I got money before it was music
I don't drink, I don't sip, I abuse it
How I did what I did got 'em clueless
Think these Adderalls got me all loosey
Got your bitch on my drip, she been choosy
She been shakin' me out I've been movin'
So much money its getting confusin'
Only winning ain't doing no losing

This dope will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made them open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't even wanna hit
Bitch tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done bitch
Gucci on that done shit, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)

Show me that pussy cat cause El Gato got cat wrist
Shoota got that rocket on 'em, call him James Harden
We be straight ballin', wet t-shirt contest
Top off, colors of the coupe call it Sunkist
I be goin hard on them, I'm on that Lil Pump shit
I don't even know how my money got so retarded
(Trap god) Gucci sandals on like I was Jesus
Bitch fine as Kim K and these are not Yeezy's

This dope will make you do the Kanye, took so many opiates
The mall ain't even open yet, but Gucci made them open it
Dr. Trapenstein and I just prescribed a Percocet
She ain't even fine enough so I don't even wanna hit
Bitch tailing out of Tootsies, bag full of hundreds
I told the dealer he can keep the talk cause I don't want it
Think my house is haunted, woke up saying I'm done bitch
Gucci on that done shit, so wealthy that my son rich (yeah)