[Intro: Conor McGregor]

I just wanna say from the bottom of me heart

I’d like to take this chance to apologize to absolutely nobody

The double champ does what the **** he wants

[Chorus]

Uh, woo, ayy

‘Bout to go stupid again

She out the roof of the Benz

I’m ’bout to do her to get her

I’ma fuck two of her friends

Just made a flip off the wop

Fuck the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again

I fucked my money up on the re-up

But I got it right back and I blew it again

Uh, ayy

[Verse]

Bag full of bricks

Back sellin’ Knicks like Ewing again

Trap ain’t bump like this since ’06, so the boys just start U-in’ again

Clear it out

Grrrr, stick ’em

Air it out

Brrrr, flip ’em

Whereabouts

I ain’t never ’bout to give ’em

Fair amounts

I ain’t never finna hit ’em with

Triple in it, double-up the stash, caught a brick

Another half, finna got another twenty on the vision

Spatula, flippin’ it, a Caddy from the kitchen

I’ma hustle ’til the car came with another brick in it

Crib came with another bitch in it

If you ain’t gettin’ litty with the shitty, I’ma put another bitch in it

Bitch better hit me with deep throat (Oh)

And no, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Michigan, ayy

Oh, uh, damn, shit

I’m goin’ stupid and shit (Woo)

She play the flute with my dick

Wrist, sick, I got the flu on a bitch

I play it cool on a bitch

Hit, stick, that’s how I do on your bitch (Uh)

What I’ma do in this bitch

Pussy was great, flew out and flew in this bitch

.40, shinin’ and shinin’

Way in the hills, I’m high in the climate

Niggas is trickin’ and niggas is simpin’

Payin’ for heels, and winin’ and dinin’

Jewish lawyers on the phone call

I said I’ma sign that lil’ shit when I sign it

I got these Benjamin Frank on my body

Ain’t finna fuck if this shit ain’t exotic, woo

Ten trap phones ’cause the bitch keep on callin’

Sleepin’ on the floor, I be scammin’, gettin’ it all in

Do the money dance when the money fall

Nigga, fuck my ex, I’m uninvolved

You can suck my dick and lick a nut too (Woo)

Yeah, you don’t like me, nigga, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

(Fuck you, nigga)

Damn, he runnin’ through all his paper

That’s what I do to a hater

Don’t touch two things, my hair or my paper (Woo)

Passin’ that bitch and she hot

Pass her like hot potato

I grind, I skate her (Uh)

And she look good, I might date her

Pussy was good and I ate it

Lil’ bitch, I’m Bajan, woo

[Interlude]

Wait, hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up, hold up

So we both at the function, you know what I’m sayin’

You pull up with your bitch in the 458

I pull up with my bitch in the 488

You pull up beside my shit, like, “Yo, what’s the difference between my 458 and your 488?”

‘Bout like eighty to hundred thousand, cock sucker, beat it

Woo, ayy

[Chorus]

‘Bout to go stupid again

She out the roof of the Benz

I’m ’bout to do it her to get her

I’ma fuck two of her friends

Just made a flip off the wop

Fuck the Frank Mueller, I jump out the jeweler again

I fucked my money up on the re-up

But I got it right back and I blew it again

[Outro]

Hahaha

We don’t wanna hear no sucker shit after this shit either, nigga

Know what I’m sayin’?

Oh, you worried ’bout your bitch?

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, she’s here

Know what I’m sayin’?

Oui, oui, parlez-vous français and all that good shit

Ha, straight off the runway in Paris, nigga

Give ten fucks about a bitch