I don't feel stressed in my Rick Owen trench I get high and I'm blessed Bitch, I'm the best You got somethin' to say? Yeah, say it with yo' chest Hit him in the head Put a foot on his neck And I'm just really tryna F-U-C-K on yo' bitch Yes, I'm just really tryna go up with the gang and get rich And they all know that it's me when I'm pulling up in that Ghost You could catch me in first class, front of that plane, I don't rock coach Roll the window down, got 5% tint, you can't approach Roll the window down and I'm shootin' up the whole bitch, better get low You better get some sauce You better take that off Bet I had that boy runnin' Had him taking off And he ain't take a thing from me Know I got them bands on me And I got Givenchy on me Shopping like it's free money Cop it like it mean something They all know it means something Mama said I'd be something So I keep a pole on me I ain't got no fuckin' soul up in that bitch, but I ain't dead He better not let me catch him over that 'Gram, do his ass bad He better not let me catch him, I'ma need that boy with a toe tag I'm joshing on these hoes with a fuckin' Drac' like I'm Josh Peck I don't feel stressed in my Rick Owen trench I get high and I'm blessed Bitch, I'm the best You got somethin' to say? Yeah, say it with yo' chest Hit him in the head Put a foot on his neck