[Intro]
Yeah
Fentanyl and Xan both, damn
Diamonds and a Moncler (Beep)
Yeah (Beep, beep)
Uh (Grah)

[Chorus]
Walking 'round Atlanta in a purple Moncler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Money long, blonde hair, I don’t care (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Ain't that your lil' girlfriend standing over there? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
She walked over to my chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go!)
Then she start to dirty dance, her hands down my pants (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what else?)
Dick her down like my name Dirty Dan, just call me Dirty Dan (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what else?)
She gon' twerk for these bands, she gon' hit a handstand (Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, what else?)
Hollow tips ricochet, hit him then they hit his mans (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Post-Chorus]
Drip too hard, my Saint Laurent (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Barack Obama state of mind, n***a, "Yes, we can" (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Especially when all these haters said, "No, I can't" (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
MVP, rookie of the year, the goddamn champ (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 1]
She wanna fuck all night long, ready, set, go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blow up in that bitch face (Uh), I confetti that ho
150 for a show, count the fetty then I'm gone (Uh-huh)
150 be the gang, NLMB we coming strong (Let's go, let's go, let's go!)
She said she wanna love me, I told her to leave my heart alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hate it when I start to care about these evil ass hoes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know that they don’t love me, they just want my fucking cash flow (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These hoes manipulate to gather money and that’s wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But who am I to judge? I used to rob and jug and hit them stains (Jug!)
I can't blame another motherfucker for doing the same thing (Yeah!)
Especially when you broke, that’s the—worst pain (Uh-huh!)
But off me, bae, money you will not make
Oh, ain't that the truth, I'm preaching, having church, oh (Uh-huh)
For that bag, these hoes taking they shirts—off (Uh-huh)
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh (Uh-huh)
I had to expose them, guess I'm a jerk, oh
[Chorus]
Walking ’round Atlanta in a purple Moncler (What?)
Money long, blonde hair, I don't care (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ain't that your lil' girlfriend standing over there? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
She walked over to my chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Then she start to dirty dance, her hands down my pants (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Dick her down like my name Dirty Dan, just call me Dirty Dan (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
She gon' twerk for these bands, she gon' hit a handstand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hollow tips ricochet, hit him then they hit his mans (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Uh, ayy, count that cash up (Cash)
Uh, I'm too ahead, they can't catch up (Skrrt)
Team too ahead, they can't catch us (Gang, gang)
Fifty shots to his head, he need back up, for real
I don't like toting guns, but I may have to shoot to kill (For real)
Real n***as hate that I'm winning, they don't wanna see me live (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
They too lazy to get it, it's a lot of shit to give up (Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Just stay focused on your mission, and don't ever, ever give up (Yeah)
Codeine and the oxycodone really fuckin' up my liver
My family scared of me overdosin', I know that shit give 'em shivers (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But don't worry, tell 'em God got me, just to uplift 'em
But deep inside, sometimes, I wonder if God can even hear us
But I'ma keep praying (Uh)
I'ma keep hope up
I'ma keep faith (What else?)
Still gon' be a pistol-toter
Shoot him in his face (Brah)
If he get in the way of the cake (Grrah)
Heat him up, I feel like a thermometer
If it's a problem, I'm pulling out, n***a get baked (Let's go, let's go, let's go!)
[Chorus]
Walking 'round Atlanta in a purple Moncler (What?)
Money long, blonde hair, I don't care (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Ain't that your lil' girlfriend standing over there? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
She walked over to my chair (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
Then she start to dirty dance, her hands down my pants (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Dick her down like my name Dirty Dan, just call me Dirty Dan (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
She gon' twerk for these bands, she gon' hit a handstand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hollow tips ricochet, hit him then they hit his mans (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Drip too hard, my Saint Laurent (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Barack Obama state of mind, n***a, "Yes, we can" (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Especially when all these haters said, "No, I can't" (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
MVP, rookie of the year, the goddamn champ (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)