Yuh, brr, ooh
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (all mine)
Your wallet’s empty, my wrist just bought a plane
Spent twenty racks, don’t care about your pain
Your car still rusted, I ride a Lambo main
Your girl in my DM, I ghost your chain

Fuck your job, your rent, your whole damn block
Your grandma cries while I sip on top-shelf shock
I stomp on your shoes, buy new ones for kicks
Your mom still scrubs floors while I cash my bricks

Lean cost more than your whole year’s pay
I laugh at your debts, your bills I slay
Still slangin’ drugs in the streets you fear
Your friends all broke while I toast with clear

Private jet landed, kicked out? Too bad
Your company’s trash, I make your staff mad
Hunnid on my wrist, sipping syrup, flex strong
I take your whole paycheck, it won’t take me long

Fuck your opinions, I don’t need respect
Your dreams get crushed while I count my check
Your girl in the backseat, she loves my style
I’m king of the game, you just a trial