[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fu*k sh*t
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money
God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance
I Gucci my shirt, I fu*k with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fu*k that lil b*tch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Bands on the bandana
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My ni**a we rag to riches like Aladdin
[Verse 1: Shad Da God]
God please bless these jewels, need a moment of silence
I come from pimping, that trapping, that iolence
They talking bout God got more tools than O'Rielly's
I walked in that club, had that b*tch round my privates
I finally gotta pack it, [?] got a ratchet
Can't trust these lil hoes, but I do [?] and pass it
Lil fu*k and she bad, [?] like Hi-Tec
Little b*tch, I slap on her ass and
Michael Jack, we really [?] where them racks at
I was plotting with that sh*t, [?] got a [?]
I don't care about that sh*t, I'm the type of motherfu*ker really wanna see you [?]
You can tell my b*tch, ni**a I don't even need her back
Who she gone vibe with, [?]
This is my sock, shoe, [?] sh*t
Pull up at my video shoot, 30 KillTec
And we at the same [?] where we sold crack at
Fill the sink in the apartment with the backend
We keep the trap closed like a casket
Water on me, my AP look like a Patek
Water her pussy, she drip on my satins
I had to fu*k that b*tch like a savage
fu*k this sh*t
[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fu*k sh*t
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money
God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance
I Gucci my shirt, I fu*k with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fu*k that lil b*tch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Bands on the bandana
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My ni**a we rag to riches like Aladdin
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How the fu*k you want some Gucci lil b*tch, I give you the fix
You know I just chace cheques
Percocet, Adderall, I'm a junky, so you know I need a taste test
I signed my name on the leese, [?]
I put some [?] on the [?] so it race, yeah
I mix a lil bitty t with [?]
Nut on her face, and I tell her that's a face tat
Bring the gass, no backyard
New Shanell, international
[?] Shad Da God
I give them pills, and they blast they car
Me, Imma keep riding round with a nice Glock
Save 30 K, Imma put it on your head, spend that at Icebox
Shootouts when the night comes
b*tch tryna fu*k on her cycle
Free all my ni**as in chain gang, shout out the trentches, they forever gang bang
[?]
You ni**as [?]
ni**as switching, they do it for the fame fame
[?] don't ever drop name names
[Chorus: Shad Da God]
Who you gon vibe with, who you gon link with, who you gon pour sh*t up with
Who you gon count with, who you gon truck with, who you gon call for the fu*k sh*t
I had to type in the addy, pull up for that money, pull up for that money
God please bless these jewels, need a momant of silance
I Gucci my shirt, I fu*k with them fabrics
I up it one time, I'm tucking that ratchet
I fu*k that lil b*tch, she nut and I pass it
I think I want money before I get the mansion
I'm geeked off a piece of grass in the attic
Bands on the bandana
I'm reppin that lifestyle, we living lavish
My ni**a we rag to riches like Aladdin