(Intro)
Good job First

(Chorus: Post Malone)
Got your pigsty in me
I put it ho-hum in me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' discover me
And you know I got that Rol' on me
I put information technology slow on me
Saint Laurent upon my feet
All this jewelry, they gon' detect me

(Bridge: Quavo)
Hulla
I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna grind, grind, grind on her
I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Cannot vibe, vibe, vibe on it
Find v, v, five on it
Get live, yeah

(Poesy 1: Takeoff)
All this jewelry, they gon' notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin' like Jodeci
I tip a b**ch just 'cause of my courtesy (tippin')
Been through her bear witness, pick upwards my currency (back information technology)
Versace slippers colored burgundy ('Sace!)
Rappers be talkin', call up they hurtin' me (uh uh)
I took u.s.a. habitation, make her come work for me (b**ch!)
Keep the Draco case in emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin' 'round the city
Sippin' a tea, packin' the heat, ni**as that lookin' for me (lookin' for)
Comin' upwards watchin' them ni**as on Television receiver like they were what I wanted to exist (wanted to)
Now they wanna get paid for it, they got the states a approval to come across (naw, for existent)
Don't charge 'em on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

(Repeat Chorus: Postal service Malone)

(Repeat Bridge: Quavo)

(Poetry ii: Commencement)
I told that b**ch to drop a iv for me (drop a iv)
Drib my peak, now I'm exposing me (skrt, skrt)
A lot of these rappers getting erstwhile to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishing, you owe it to me (yous know you owe)
I'g droppin' the top and showin' the titties (driblet meridian)
Bunch of the money, we tryna get fitted (went to the mind)
I clear my heed and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And and so I arrive with xx-five b**ches (and so they go far)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin' your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin' the lines, assembly (lines)
Nosotros had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these ni**every bit be lyin' about loyalty (lyin')
Go on my knees, prayin' to God to encompass me

(Echo Chorus: Mail Malone)

(Repeat Span: Quavo)

(Outro: Quavo)
Nawfside, yep
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah