(Intro: Gucci Mane)
Huh?
Huncho, Gato

(Chorus: Quavo)
Bad b**ch know something (know something)
Give her that money, go accident something (blow information technology)
She want a rack til' I pop something (rack)
She want a trick, I'g not one (not i)
Pull up and hop on a baddie (skrrr)
She wanna text me the addie (text it)
They know we having it (woo)
Drums to the confront, airtight casket
The pot look greasy
Suck me upwards, she please me
Chanel similar CC (CC)
Upgrade a b**ch from bb (bb)
If she money, she go get information technology (go get it)
All of her friends, they go with her (yuh)
She proceed up them bands with no ni**a (racks)
She keep upwardly them bands with no ni**a (hey)

(Poesy 1: Quavo)
She meet blue faces, information technology's no explanation (no no)
Can you make this paper all across the nation? (whoa yep)
Told her merely be patient, I'g gon' brand you famous
If yo' ni**a want beef, treat information technology like it's angus (bow)
Eat it up
Little fleck of d**chiliad, get nasty
I gotta tip her (here)
I got a pretty girl, low-cardinal classy
I gotta flip her (flip her)
I ain't here for no pictures (nah)
Put Huncho in the centre (Huncho!)
Young ni**a popping them bands (woo)
Like Marshawn popping them Skittles (hey)
Immature ni**a got a big green truck
Looking like Riddler Riddler
What b**ch name with the mean s*ck?
Damn, I tin't even remember (damn)
Coin fall, yeah, timber (Timber!)
Ice on in the wintertime (water ice)
Put the plug in the blender
Then, he showed up for dinner (that'south cold)

(Echo Chorus: Quavo)

(Poesy 2: Gucci Mane)
I suppose, propose, to testify off my rollie in rows
This goes, them hoes, we OC, outta control
f**k the folks and the edge patrol, coast guard, complimentary all of the bros
We the goats, who want some smoke cuz' nosotros gear up all of the smokes
We got lows, my 66′ spokes, they await like dinner rolls
I hit my coupe, at present it'due south a centerfold
Multi-million, but I gigolo
My portfolio say I sold enough coke
Wop!

(Echo Chorus: Quavo)

(Poetry three: Offset)
(Offset!)
Applying the pressure level for mo' millions
The bricks come up from Nihon and Korea
I done fabricated 2.5 on my Nokia
He got kidnapped afterward that sh*t too real
Bad b**ch, she walking with Chanel on her feet
Litty got her titties done, at present she on fleek
Plainly Jane rolling with the bust AP
I make the thottie meet me at the thousand marquee
Playing for keeps, gotta motility it lowkey
She trying to f**k, she in heat
Yeah, she gotta f**k by the three (smashed)
Tip toeing back door and pitter-patter (back-do)
I don't know no tricks, but I care for (play a joke on)
I told her to s*ck with a beat
Put Emerald sets in my links
24 karat my sink

(Poetry 4: Takeoff)
175 for the mink
Plow the housewife to a freak
And I got the ice on fleek
Chanel double down, CC
He'll tell yous, it's a price on me (he'll tell yous)
Ran off, made your life on me
No gun, pull a knife on me
Back back, get your married woman off me
On sight with me, my diamonds fight with me
Can't clone, we on
Fly like drones, they biting me (rrrr)
A sight to run across, this gas tank on E
North Pole, wrist on freeze
Await til' my dawg get complimentary

(Repeat Chorus: Quavo)