Yeah, yeah, ayy, what, ayy Bleach blonde boy, surfs up, hang ten (surfs up) Put the whole squad in a G-Class Benz Chromed-out grill with the Forgiato rims I'm about to hit the limit on the ATM Keep it one hunnid, got me feelin' like Mob Locked in the factory, feelin' like Rob (oh yeah) Chryse in the Camry, same old crocs Me, I'm feelin' cozy in my Birkenstocks I got a hunnid bad bitches wanna kick it Shawty put the spliff to my lips and she lit it They ain't really drippin' like this Japanese kicks or some retro ones you ain't seen since '06 Take skiing trips, I'm prolly chillin' in the Alps Polo ski masks, it's just a lil' Ralph All my flows smackin' you out your retro's Boom on my opps got me feelin' like Metro Pirelli, it's no YSL Prolly schemin' like Keenan, ayy, just like Kel, bitch Smellin' like Chanel, we can never fail (yeah) This the type of beat to make you face a L (whoa) I get a check and I spend it on Bape Arc'teryx if it's looking like rain (arc'teryx) Burnout Boys, that's the motherfucking gang (burnout boys bitch) If you talkin' that shit then them hammers gon' bang Like Viva La Bam with the way that we wildin' Look at my fit, I might flex on your stylist (fuck on your stylist) Look at your bitch, I got her so excited I'm solid gold got me feelin' like Midas I like Polo, keep that Prada Pullin' up, I'm swingin' twin katanas Got 'em crumblin' like it's terracota I'm a bleach blonde boy like Hanazawa, bitch I was chasin' checks, ooh Y'all was chasin' tail, yeah I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed Haters talkin' shit (fool) That's wind up in my sails I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed, what? I was chasin' checks, ooh Y'all was chasin' tail, yeah I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed Haters talkin' shit (fool) That's wind up in my sails I just spent at least a quarter million scrollin' Grailed, what?