Uh, uh, uh Uh huh I've been swerving on the road, huh He a certified crash out, swerving on the road Look up, in my closet, all these clothes you can't afford Used to rock them Walmart jeans but now I rock Tom Ford I just touched down Paris Fashion Week, I had to up the score I got bitches from the cover Vogue Glock don't miss, got a laser on He scared, she shoulda stayed at home I got your bitch, she finna fold Crusin', in this Tesla, I just put this bitch in autopilot Smoking, on sativa, I get so high damn lil' bitch I'm wylin' She said that she hates my guts, 'cause I cannot stop all this lyin' Presidents inside my pocket, way too much can't fit my wallet Uh uh, uh, uh Red eye flights from coast to coast I've been smoking, sipping strong Ain' been home in way too long I did this shit all on my own I just hit three different countries all inside a week Damn this bitch be speaking different languages, like c'est la vie I've been balling, so damn hard lil bitch you know I'm in the league This bitch told me that we locked in Oh no, no, no Pass this bitch like I'm John Stockton Oh whoa, whoa, whoa He a certified crash out, swerving on the road Look up, in my closet, all these clothes you can't afford Used to rock them Walmart jeans but now I rock Tom Ford I just touched down Paris Fashion Week, I had to up the score I got bitches from the cover Vogue Glock don't miss, got a laser on He scared, she shoulda stayed at home I got your bitch, she finna fold