作词 : Steven D. Lewis/Odein Fubar/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe

作曲 : Steven D. Lewis/Odein Fubar/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah

(Yeah, blitt, yeah, blatt)

Yeah, woah, woah-woah-woah

(Ayy, JK, hol' on)

Bop, bop, bop, I slide with that chopper

I want the Yen, yeah, I want the dollars

Skinny, petite, y-y-yeah, she a model

I want some Christian Diors and some Pradas

She call me daddy, she call me papa

CSC, yeah, I want them commas

I am the GOAT, I am not a llama

Talkin' that money, then hit my line

Plain Jane on, I can tell my time

And the good drank got me out of my mind

Sippin' on red with a red eye

She like my dreads, she say I'm fire

Kick her out the crib, I tell her, "Bye, bye"

And shout-out to Tibs, you know that's my guy

I been blowin' up lately

My old friends lookin' crazy

My ex wanna have my baby

Sippin' Tuss, it got me lazy

And I'm a billionaire like Jay-Z

Back then, they tried to play me

I love the ones who hate me

And now my exes claim me

tana gon' slide with that chopper (Yeah)

Shawty on me and she too bad (Yeah)

Baby, I don't know you, better move back (Yeah)

And said you was the one, that was too sad (Yeah)

He tried to run up on me then he ran back (Yeah)

Chopper say, "Bop, bop," gave him a damn tan (Yeah)

I get the rackies, I feel like the band man (Yeah)

She see the guap and she doin' a handstand

*****, I be solvin' my problems, yeah (Oh, yeah)

I just be makin' my dollars (Oh, yeah)

It's the Angels, what they call us (Oh, yeah)

I get a check and I'm hittin' the mall up (Yeah)

Really, I do not give one ****

I had to go and just boss up

You tried to cross me, you crossed up

You made a mistake and lost out (Ayy, JK, hol' on)

Bop, bop, bop, I slide with that chopper

I want the Yen, yeah, I want the dollars

Skinny, petite, y-y-yeah, she a model

I want some Christian Diors and some Pradas

She call me daddy, she call me papa

CSC, yeah, I want them commas

I am the GOAT, I am not a llam

Talkin' that money, then hit my line

Plain Jane on, I can tell my time

And the good drank got me out of my mind

Sippin' on red with a red eye

She like my dreads, she say I'm fire

Kick her out the crib, I tell her, "Bye, bye"

And shout-out to Tibs, you know that's my guy

I been—