ContestantMan they even got enough change on the meterDouble part lookin like bane in the beat Or her friend keep helpin detangle the weaveOnly jump in the front seat to play with the speakersLetting my plans, judging my fansPlus when I stop at my customized vansPlus like, plus like, plus I got them upPlus size Panamera truck, I hop out the roofYeah, dime on my left wrist and she got the fluYeah, watch look like checks makes his poster be blueHuh, she know it's two seats so she leave her best friendsBust out my dad face, your chain is a niggaGo that, go that, go that, go that, go that, go thatPlease, please don't go that, go that, go that, go that, go thatWith me, left wrist golden, right wrist goldenThat is golden, this is goldenGo that, go that, go that, go that, go that, go thatWith meI had to hit my designer for sneaksDouble demand in the bleach, I'm blockin' for surePoppin' down Miami Beach, pull up like LeBron with the heatHuh, I bought a crib in the crib with an office *Beach at my mom's but I can't see me walkin' thereI'm with my Tesla but there ain't no choice in thatI call up Cohen,Rihanna been parkin' the top, he box seatsI'm watchin' Arsha, the cop, like stop right next to my blockAnd trust, *Beat, I might drop that hips on her styleYeah, then doja her top half, huh2,300 on the horse and I'm mic'dSwitchin' out the character, the strip is like tightLet's just do it, three, two, oneYou tried itYou say you love me like you love himYou lyin'You know your worth for what it's worthI could buy itWe'll say it's lonely at the topBut I'm biasedYou know your worth for what it's worthBecause I'm only at the topBut you tried itYou say you love me like you love himYou lyin'You know your worth for what it's worthI could buy itWe'll say it's lonely at the topBut I'm biasedOkay, I feel reloaded, bitch, I'mWalk on this beat like I'm walkin' up PolandGot glocks that I'm holdin' and guap that I'm throwin'Hoes gon' love a nigga in some Rick OwensIn different color diamonds like I'm just buildin'How many times can I tell you I'm puttin'?How many times can I tell you I'm puttin'?How many times can I tell you I'm goldin'?Without niggas actin' like they do not know itWhy, sir?See, every year I'm gettin' better as a writerAnd when it comes down to the flow, I'm gettin' nicerAnd niggas cuttin' them a song with a cypherIt doesn't matter cause I'm still gettin' money, thoughThe only reason why you hatin' cause your money lowAnd every hundred thousand dollars, there's a hundred hoesWhen niggas see you as a goat, that's just how it goesNiggas don't wanna see you do greatRather they see you fall off and then watch your whole ego deflectDon't give a damn what you makeI see the jealousy, boy, that's a horrible traitI spot that hate, no binocularsI see the jealousy, boy, that's a horrible traitThis how it feels to be popularThey send the shots, no photographerDon't give a damn, that ain't stoppin'Listen, gold it, gold it, gold it, gold it, gold it, gold itPlease, please don't gold it, gold it, gold it, gold it, gold itWith me, left wrist golden, right wrist goldenNext wrist golden, sixth goldenThis time gold it, gold it, gold it, gold it, gold it, gold itWith me, yeah