[Intro: Young Thug]
Back and forth (Ayy), back and forth
Back and forth (Ayy), back and forth
Back and forth (Ayy), back and forth
Back and forth (Ayy), back and forth

[Chorus: Young Thug & Gunna]
(Ayy) I got swag you can't afford
(Ayy) I don't remember the last time I had a late rent
(Ayy) PJ to my favorite resort, mm
(Ayy) Condo by the skyline in New York, mm
(Ayy) Pluggin' you in, you need to shop with the source
(Ayy) [?] at the airport
(Ayy) Whole iPhone eight filled up with bad whores
(Ayy) I'm sippin' Actavis or smoke out the bag like [?]

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Gunna]
Bad bitches hang on my dick
I put a drum on the stick
I got the one [?]
Take off your mind, all these [?]
Giuseppe Zanotti my kicks
I was in all of they mix
Put carb' on the back, yeah
My bankroll colossal, I'm rich
Said how much you spent on your wrist?
How come you never pay rent?
[?] in the pent'
Jumpеd off the porch, take a risk
I'm drippin' it [?]
[?] all inside of thе trenches
Baby give me a massage
Shuffle me to the Ruth's Chris
[?] saved my life, no
I know when [?] she wanna stay home
Take you to the spot, she don't wanna go home
I just booked a flight, it was a jet though
Most my n***as red, some of 'em crips though
We go home invasion and rob your fuckin' clothes
The only thing we spell out is a kick door
French vanilla bitch, I call kinfolk
[Chorus: Young Thug & Gunna]
(Ayy) I got swag you can't afford
(Ayy) I don't remember the last time I had a late rent
(Ayy) PJ to my favorite resort, mm
(Ayy) Condo by the skyline in New York, mm
(Ayy) Pluggin' you in, you need to shop with the source
(Ayy) [?] at the airport
(Ayy) Whole iPhone eight filled up with bad whores
(Ayy) I'm sippin' Actavis or smoke out the bag like [?]

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Gunna]
Sittin' in the Jag' eatin' [?]
Fuck you, I'm really important
I get my dope from the port
I can't get tired of my whores
Suckin' my dick is a sport
These big homies gettin' extorted
I'm rockin' Dior sport
Bentley Bentayga New York
Lil' n***a paper too short
Can't even pay off the courts
I got fire on my hip, it's a torch
You was down and thinkin' you up
Hundred thou' at the end of the month
Like the style, you wanna be us
Rolled it out, don't want no more cuts
Paranoid, don't know who to trust
My Monte Carlo got a Tech nine in it
I got bad bugs 'cause I came out the trenches
Man, I really love every one of my dawgs, n***a
Never fess up to none of these cases I'm in
Had to dress up my new condominium crib
Is you Hefner? That's the type of life that I live
My big homie died with the [?] on his [?]
Wet paint on my rims, it's us, never them
[Chorus: Young Thug & Gunna]
(Ayy) I got swag you can't afford
(Ayy) I don't remember the last time I had a late rent
(Ayy) PJ to my favorite resort, mm
(Ayy) Condo by the skyline in New York, mm
(Ayy) Pluggin' you in, you need to shop with the source
(Ayy) [?] at the airport
(Ayy) Whole iPhone eight filled up with bad whores
(Ayy) I'm sippin' Actavis or smoke out the bag like [?]