[Verse 1: Young rich nigga, riding the city with the mac a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' Whipping and it, making it, taking it Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling midget, nah for real What the fuck a nigga really talk about? You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to about Shaking like a stripper, put that mac in up in his mouth Skippa Da Flippa, he me weigh it up, and bust it down Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve J-1 got PT's, and that reserved I'm a hot boy, so you know I stay low Quavo told me, trap on the block and 'em like OJ Mayo You niggas are but young Takeoff, I'm a vet 'Set told me trapping and dabbing get that pussy wet No Dundee, Stingray vet Whatever I wanna do, I do it, check I'm a young nigga, the rich nigga ambitions At the Migo show, a nigga autographing There's levels to this shit like said And you embarrassed to it, I don't want to kick it After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he suspicious Walk right up on him, I'm my nigga And all he wanted was a I used to smoke swishers, a regular nigga Now I'm a type of nigga A nigga, he run up, tried to rob, I him White people, they treat me like I'm a victim Now people they out "Free Activis" They talking bout that Activis be my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic Catch me riding with in my rental Trap, trap dab when I'm on the Cooking a brick, and remix it with the dog Diamond brick come with a note on it, you Blues Clues 24 karat my chain, Mr. T the fool Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too Call me Takeoff Hefner, I got playboy bunnies Fuck it, I it, she sucking me till a nigga be cumming
Quavo] Cross the country, the country You may never there catch me the country, cross the country, cross the country Coca leaves, and palm trees, we cross the Cross the country, the country She don't English, but she want me Cross the country, cross the I had to get a visa, I'm in and out the country
[Verse 2: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a I a mustang, drop top, no brain Police had a nigga, they know I'm in a gang Taking pictures of a nigga, a groupie, like a fan On my lick, only got a little bit of change like Obama, something gotta change Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the When I got jail, did the same thing I spent that money, money, coming back like Cocaine in her nose like a ring My nigga be the gas, propane Hit the nigga with a chopper, bang bang I was money, way before the rap game As a young nigga, used to wear the fake say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain You know it ain't from Johnny Dang Fake busta can't bust me, no lie Won't catch me with the jewelry, I got too much pride They killed my nigga Pete, for a three-five I pay the ticket, are you gon' die When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking pies I got chickens in the trunk, you I work at popeyes The streets is a jungle, my nigga, you better married to the money nigga, that my bride My gon' shine, might poke you in the eye You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just by Put the in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly Glah! Glah! Glah! In the like a spy Nigga stupid, we don't let that shit fly crazy to the migos, boy you know we keep the fire Got that chopper, flip a nigga a domino Young rich nigga, never the honor roll Hit his ass with the 4 4, him fold Chattahoochee river, where that nigga body On the nation, my we throwing up the Folks She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get ho Big bank, little bank Yellow diamonds on my rella, like a cake Two on my hip, like Tomb Raider Schwarzenegger, turn into the Terminator
[Hook: [Verse 3: Cross the country, my he in Wyoming And the only time I pull up on you, if a owe me And the whole word know that a nigga rap But a pussy better not provoke me Came in the game with the formula, it Now I gotta it up on you phonies Pocket of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you All you can eat in my trap, like Shoney's Nigga Timeline: That's my motherfucking testimony Out in the desert, got in the donkey nigga, with a pot of gold, like a leprechaun And I'm thinking 'bout moving to My niggas collecting extortion We an empire, like Megatron QC the label, Migo the Already told you, I the M&Ms;, fuck the fame No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the Like Deng, finna bang with the thing Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad Oh no, I rolled around the block and I don't see him I paid a J $200, just to hit me he see him If I was you now, I wouldn't wanna be him Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his He had some jewelry on him, worth $100, so I took it him Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a say he got work, now I own it Now my squad, they going up, no In the pad, at the Caesar's Palace Out in Las Vegas, like I'm All types of and Yen I got in Berlin I the Lord forgive me for my sins Cause I don't wanna do it Quavo]