[Intro: Ken Carson]
Yeah
Yeah
Loesoe going crazy
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Car$on]
Everyday I wake up, aye, in a different mood
Hold on let me put on my jewels, let me freshen up real quick
Yeah and by the time I swag on a bitch, this broke ass hoe can't brag on shit
I'm braggin' on my neck and wrist know my shit shine know my shit glist-en
She want Dior Dior Dior Dior but I'm no Christian
Balenciaga all on me all this money on me I just check out my vision
This Chrome Hearts on my wrist got n***as pissed now his bitch missin'
Told you I'd take your hoe I'd fuck your bitch you shoulda listened
Yeah, you shoulda listened
Yeah, bitch you shoulda listened
Yeah, lil' bitch you shoulda listened
Yeah, lil' bitch you shoulda listened

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]
Yeah
Cut her off I ain't mention it
Bad ho still trickin'
I know these lil' n***as they apprentice
When a broke n***a try my name now that's the only thing get me offended
Shit we do everyday you be flexin', know your bands not bad as my exes
If you talkin' 'bout money [?], only get to my head if I let it
How much bitches on me I regret it
When a n***a said fuck it I meant it
Everything classified like it's Ned-ed
And my bitches they bad with no edits
And your bitches they came with no [?]
Only talk if the money get sended

[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]
Yeah, yeah
Only talk if the money get sent in
I got this bad ass bitch and I put her on time I call her detention
I'm in the fast-ass whip lil' boy you can't even catch up with this
I only rock the clearest diamonds bitch they shine like Christmas
We in this bitch gettin' way too geeked up bruh is you trying to hit this?
I swear I done crossed like every freak ho' off my hit list
I swear I done crossed every opp n***a off my hit list
Yeah, I ain't got no time for nun', yeah, I'm minding my business
I only got some time for racks, yeah I'm minding my business
Said I heard he hit your thot dog yeah, you shoulda listened
Lil' bitch what you say you top dawg yeah, don't make no sense man
While you n***as be all on Xbox yeah we play with them sticks man
[Verse 4: Ken Carson]
We play with them sticks yeah, I ain't talkin' Call of Duty
He say he wit' the shits, yeah, I told that boy to prove it
Got a new text from your bitch, yeah this ho' just said some n***s in
Said she wanna suck my dick, yeah, I said "Ok then" fluently
One thing about these hoes they wanna fuck on the young Carson Ken
Got your bitch she ain't even know I ain't had no clout ain't had no money back then
But now I'm rockin' shows and I'm lit, bitch that money in
I'm shittin' on them n***as that wasn't fuck-in' with me back then
Now I got power [?] I wasn't talkin' no ratchet
Like young n***a talkin' that [?], then knock you off and get it stained now
Look how the tables turned when I came up
The same money I'm flexing can't be on your brain bro
These n***as talk down when they bringing my name up
Just know when I see that lil' boy yeah it's up