I do what I want cuz I look good
And i'll do a face mask with your bitch
And I still rock Celine in the daytime
Got these pussy niggas throwing fits
Cuz my fits, is ridiculous, nigga, your hoe like "Oh god is he rich?"
Got a new Model X in the back while a model hoe texting me pics of her tits
She like "Girl this sound like money!"
She like "Who the fuck is this?"
She like "Kodie talking shit, that's why everything sound like a hit"
I'm like "Thank you... Bitch"
Only Polo Ralph Lauren on my dick
I spent fourteen racks on a fit
Chrome Hearts with a little bit of Rick
I'm like "Thank you, this some drip"
Can't wear em on stage it might rip
Got your bitch putting bags in my whip
In and back i only take one trip
I ain't coming back i'm bout to dip, steering this shit like a ship
Got a new bad bitch on my hip
Hide my wax pen got [?] in my whip, ha
Polo, Ralph Lauren, I was seventeen dreaming bout touring
And my old hoe calling my phone like "Damn Kodie my new man boring!"
I'm like bitch shoulda fucked with a boss
I'm like bitch "I don't care bout the cost"
Im like bitch "I got two hundred thirty five acres with horses i feel like Rick Ross"