I'm in the club, sippin' patron
I'm in the club, puttin' it on
I count it up, all night long
I'm gettin' grown, money I'm grown
Get a new bag every weekend
Spend a new bag every weekend
And I'm ready for wherever we go
Rick owened down, Moncler strapped for the snow
Oh, yeah, me, I be flexin', I know
Maison, I'm puttin' it on
Pull up, to the function, I'm throwed
Swiftly I'm speeding, I'm switching these lanes
I cannot fuck with these niggas, they lames
I do not do this for clout or no fame
I'm countin' dollars, you countin' up change
Some people change, but some things never change
When I'm in Houston, I'm grippin' woodgrain
I want the Rover, I'm skirrtin' the Range
I cannot trust a soul, they stains
I mix the Rick, with Helmut Lang
I'm burnin' gas, got fire and flames
Me and you, uh, we not the same
Ice me up, ayy, ice on my chain
Ice me up, feel like Johhny Dang
Yeah, at the party and I'm sippin' Bacardi
Yeah, all this money, sorry, I'm not sorry
Yeah, Harley, she tryna' ride me like a Harley
Yeah, yeah
I-I-I got them jewels, I'm shinin'
I'm on my board, so you I know I be grindin'
I got these racks, all by myself
Roll up some gas, it's for my health (Yeah)
Woah, yeah
Woah, huh
Yeah, huh
Chill ho, huh
Chill ho, huh
Yeah, huh
Woah
I'm in the club, sippin' patron
I'm in the club, puttin' it on
I count it up, all night long
I'm gettin' grown, money I'm grown
Get a new bag every weekend
Spend a new bag every weekend
And I'm ready for wherever we go
Rick owened down, Moncler strapped for the snow
Oh, yeah, me, I be flexin', I know
Maison, I'm puttin' it on