作词 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester 作曲 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester Yeah (What's good, Mario?) Woo, woo, woo, woo (Let's go) Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo (Yeah) Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh) Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah) Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot Yeah, she caramel but I call that b!tch butterscotch Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot Got my money, then I had to just flex the block I'm the only one that fxcked on that b!tch But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block Yeah, I pulled up in my car, b!tch, I blessed the block We got shooters that's gon' pull up and ax your block (Blah) Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah) Makin' money like a n!gga don't need the drop One eye open, Illuminati like Fetty Wap Michael wave, help me drive out the reddy rock Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots Hatin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop? She look good but she wear Fashion Nova Took her shoppin', put her right in some vetements Got a b!tch, yeah, she live in New York But I took her right down, right in L.A Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly Inner section, probably where all the fellars be I'm on Rodeo, it ain't sh!t you could tell to me And I'm on a boat, it ain't sh!t you could sell to me Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh) Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah) I was chillin' with the n!ggas you fear a lot High bridge, I was right just there on the lot What do they got in common with Uzi We get money and we fxck up just on your thots Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot I'm so lit, I could make your whole streaming hot Hit your b!tch, yeah, she make me want body rock Get your b!tch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top This Chanel, no, I don't wear no pocket rock With the Vegas, made some money off baccarat Raf Simons jeans, they got pocket rocket I'm in Eliott, keep track of these diamond slots Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot Seventy-five for a T-shirt He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop Woah, gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs I'm a hero on my bike, b!tch, I bunny-hop Hugh Hefner die so I can't get bunny top I can never die unless all my money stops (Ooh) Fxckin' on your b!tch and now you's a thumb a lot When I do that, yeah, I make that b!tch cum a lot Countin' up my millions, you know it's (Yeah) Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh) Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester [00:00.033] 作曲 : Symere Woods/Jonathan Demario Priester [00:00.066]Yeah (What's good, Mario?) [00:04.219]Woo, woo, woo, woo (Let's go) [00:06.126]Woo, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [00:09.757]Woo (Lil Uzi Vert), woo, woo, woo (Yeah) [00:16.131]Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock [00:18.926]Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock [00:20.650]I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock [00:22.453]Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap [00:24.255]Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) [00:26.188]All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop [00:27.938]Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) [00:29.845]At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot [00:31.700]Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots [00:33.450]I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock [00:35.331]That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot [00:37.055]Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot [00:39.093]Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh) [00:41.261]Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot [00:42.724]Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah) [00:44.631]Bend it over, little baby, just arch a lot [00:46.381]Yeah, she caramel but I call that b!tch butterscotch [00:48.209]Dove bars, yeah, they choppin' that soap a lot [00:50.064]Got my money, then I had to just flex the block [00:51.814]I'm the only one that fxcked on that b!tch [00:53.512]But I made that ho just cum and just neck the block [00:55.707]Yeah, I pulled up in my car, b!tch, I blessed the block [00:57.587]We got shooters that's gon' pull up and ax your block (Blah) [00:59.364]Woof, woof, woof, woof (Yeah) [01:03.047]Makin' money like a n!gga don't need the drop [01:04.902]One eye open, Illuminati like Fetty Wap [01:06.678]Michael wave, help me drive out the reddy rock [01:08.507]Throwin' money, beat the pockets, got heavy knots [01:10.387]Hatin' guala, they don't know when the fetti stop [01:12.268]Every day my birthday, why the confetti stop? [01:14.175]She look good but she wear Fashion Nova [01:15.951]Took her shoppin', put her right in some vetements [01:17.780]Got a b!tch, yeah, she live in New York [01:19.400]But I took her right down, right in L.A [01:21.411]Spent a hundred thousand right at the Beverly [01:23.266]Inner section, probably where all the fellars be [01:25.147]I'm on Rodeo, it ain't sh!t you could tell to me [01:26.897]And I'm on a boat, it ain't sh!t you could sell to me [01:29.901]Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock [01:32.670]Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock [01:34.342]I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock [01:36.170]Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap [01:38.051]Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) [01:39.880]All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop [01:41.787]Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) [01:43.641]At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot [01:45.444]Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots [01:47.298]I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock [01:49.179]That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot [01:50.929]Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot [01:52.810]Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh) [01:54.717]Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot [01:56.493]Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Blah) [01:58.427]I was chillin' with the n!ggas you fear a lot [02:00.229]High bridge, I was right just there on the lot [02:02.058]What do they got in common with Uzi [02:03.886]We get money and we fxck up just on your thots [02:05.871]Make the haters sit back and, um, think a lot [02:07.517]I'm so lit, I could make your whole streaming hot [02:09.424]Hit your b!tch, yeah, she make me want body rock [02:11.279]Get your b!tch, she a thotty, oh, thotty-thot [02:13.290]Make her drop, then she gave that boy sloppy-top [02:15.040]This Chanel, no, I don't wear no pocket rock [02:16.817]With the Vegas, made some money off baccarat [02:18.619]Raf Simons jeans, they got pocket rocket [02:20.474]I'm in Eliott, keep track of these diamond slots [02:22.407]Slidin' all on the ice like a hockey shot [02:24.236]Seventy-five for a T-shirt [02:25.960]He a half, like he pulled up just with a crop [02:29.016]Woah, gators on me, you can't catch me in bummy Crocs [02:31.759]I'm a hero on my bike, b!tch, I bunny-hop [02:33.431]Hugh Hefner die so I can't get bunny top [02:35.259]I can never die unless all my money stops (Ooh) [02:37.114]Fxckin' on your b!tch and now you's a thumb a lot [02:38.969]When I do that, yeah, I make that b!tch cum a lot [02:40.876]Countin' up my millions, you know it's (Yeah) [02:42.913]Uh, I came in with a new .40 Glock [02:46.440]Fxck on your b!tch, make that ho wanna milly rock [02:48.216]I'm with my boys and no, we do not milly rock [02:50.044]Funny money, no, this is not no silly guap [02:51.899]Got a Richard Milli, this not a silly watch (Woah) [02:53.780]All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy-bop [02:55.582]Tell the teller at the bank, come just give me lots (Hello?) [02:57.463]At the dealer, I can't pull this sh!t off the lot [02:59.318]Me and my boys, you know that we sharin' thots [03:01.147]I got n!ggas that be movin' the town rock [03:03.027]That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot [03:04.778]Man, these n!ggas out here, I swear they talk a lot [03:06.658]Drive-by on the rack, you a walkin' cop (Ooh) [03:08.853]Double-park, new Lambo with no parkin' spot [03:10.420]Comme des Garçons is my heart a lot (Lil Uzi)
