[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(Playmakers)

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Gunna]
Ever since I got the 'Gatti in, they been callin' me big dawg
I'm in a new nine-eleven, yeah, I been ridin' in a twin tower
Every single bitch I fuck with gon' be fresh as a mint, ayy
Kickin' shit like I'm Liu Kang, freshest lil' n***a, yeah
I run around with that wooly, yeah, yeah, one in the head, huh
Diamonds, they came out the cooler [?] the yellow Rolex, yeah
Thesе n***as see a better jewеler, you [?] then tell 'em I said so
Fucked on every ho, you n***as dead broke
Money [?], uh
Put it in Punta Cana [?], aw, baby
I ain't puttin' a sad song on
[?] calamari [?], aw, baby
I'ma let that money talk, uh
Steppin' in designer kicks every time I walk, huh, baby
I just throw my money inside a vault
Wake up early in the morning, go wash my diamonds off, yeah
I was watchin' from the nosebleed, aw, baby
I keep all my cars clean, aw, baby
Came from the top [?], aw, baby
Got bad hoes callin' me, aw, baby
Bad hoes following, oh, baby
I want that new Givenchy, oh, baby
I done drunk up all the lean, oh, baby
These VV's sound like oil sheen
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Trigger fingers itchin', ain't no Peter Griffin
Left the house without Ritalin, all of my n***as rebellious
I got a dawg name Cornelius, he let pit go on a bitch
The fifty cal' with a kick, didn't even matter, you bitch
It didn't even matter, it didn't even matter, lil' bitch
I took the cape off my back, I'm not tryna say shit
I got a ton of new bitches, it didn't even matter, lil' bitch
It didn't even matter, lil' bitch, ayy

[Verse 2: Gunna & Young Thug]
Get your shit splattered, you bitch
Then get me a suite at the Ritz
Go to Ibiza with a bitch, in the Sprinter, she suckin' the dick
Order a bottle of Cris', I want you to come swallow my kids
YSL, all my n***as is lit, YSL on the bag on my bitch
YSL, lot of bitches, lot of bales
I got racks by the Lears, I took off with the mill'
I eat soup with the meal, I eat brunch with the mill'
Bentley Spur like lil' [?], Kunta Kinte, kill, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Trigger fingers itchin', ain't no Peter Griffin
Left the house without Ritalin, all of my n***as rebellious
I got a dawg name Cornelius, he let pit go on a bitch
The fifty cal' with a kick, didn't even matter, you bitch
It didn't even matter, it didn't even matter, lil' bitch
I took the cape off my back, I'm not tryna say shit
I got a ton of new bitches, it didn't even matter, lil' bitch
It didn't even matter, lil' bitch, ayy