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[Intro: Young Thug]
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)
(Yeah, ah, hey)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Gunna]
Chanel for my queen, baguettes on my team
I flooded out my ring, aviators a machine
Put Hermes in my ring, and a bag from Celine
Got carats for my hand, ten bands for this cream
I told her the machine, rocking Jordan-sized rings
I told 'em we unruly, he's a rat, he down the streets
I made it out the dope hole, cappin' off a P
We been selling out shows, backends through the week
Pass me a lighter, don't fuck with writers
I'm in the sky, I've been high as a kite, uh
New fashion icons, put the whole world on Sp5der
We can do without one, ain't have to use a writer
New Saint Laurent, I've been dripping since diapers
Private plane flying, I don't got no fighter
Fourteen young ladies with me like a minor
I could no longer sit back and be silent (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
[?] pure stash, pull the pin, yeah
Know that I can take your lil bitch
Switch it up and cop another drip, ayy
Used to [?], ayy
[?] furs and the skin
Shawty wanna slurp it like a [?]
And my Jeep a quarter million, all the doors are off, yeah

[Verse 2: Gunna & Young Thug]
Just got a M like a [?] (Yeah, yeah)
I drip, no remorse, Gucci corduroys (Yeah)
Lamborghini Urus, it's a motorsport, yeah
Fly away to Europe, just to shop of course, uh
I've been gettin' this money since the raw reports, mm-mm
I've been getting blue hunnids, payouts on the North, mm-mm
Who afford the coupe when you silent?
All these bags, I'm sippin' drugs, my cup muddy, uh
All this glass, drip Piguets, my shit flooded, yeah (Let's go)
My bitch bad, she got ass with no stomach, yeah (Slatt)
Gucci bags, clean my glass, they ain't smudgin'
I splashed on a hunnid, you look sad in that Honda, yeah (Let's go)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Picture-perfect Patek, quarter M, yeah
I know you a sta— ...
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