(Intro)
Lex Luger on the beat so what the f**k you think
(Chorus – Lil Yachty)
I keep bad b**hes all around me
I got good drank, so my ni**as and these bi**hes can be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k cause if my homies eating, I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothing but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toas
(Verse 1 – Lil Yachty)
I made it far so I’m thanking God
I do not go to no bars, I’m in the car with the stars
I can’t pull up, I can’t park if it ain’t valet
I’m in Houston with a bi**h and her friend, she gay
She don’t s**k d**k, but tonight it’s all in her mouth
I just f**ked a bi**h who supposed to be my godsis
I’m so dirty, I’m so f**ked up, I don’t give a damn
And if you owe me, I need taxes like I’m Uncle Sam
(Chorus – Lil Yachty)
I keep bad bi**hes all around me
I got good drank, so my ni**as and these bi**hes can be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k cause if my homies eating, I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothing but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
(Verse 2 – Kamaiyah)
Tell me how it’s supposed to go
My swag is on overload
But Lil Yachty, now row your boat
They know us, we don’t know them hoes
Got my homeboys, got my homegirls
F**k these haters, I keep living in my own world
I get money, I flip money on my own tours
Own my coupe, skrrt, skrrt, you don’t own yours
Champagne in the sky just to toast up in it
Dubs up high, rep the coast up in it
Deuce deuce, two two, go and add both digits
Woo, woo, I had to bring the 4 up in it
(Chorus – Lil Yachty)
I keep bad bi**hes all around me
I got good drank, so my ni**as and these bi**hes can be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k cause if my homies eating, I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothing but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
(Verse 3 – YG)
Ayo, I f**k with Lil Yachty, I f**k with Lil Yachty
I don’t roll too much broccoli but I f**k with Lil Yachty
I told Lil Boat get your money and **k these hotties
Don’t worry about these n**as, your sh*t popping every party
Yeah I started from the bottom, the low
I put homies on fo sho
Don’t pat me on the back, no
Cause that’s what I’m supposed to do
I don’t need no back pay
Ni**a I’m a real ni**a
I just want you to say I’m good when I ask you what’s the deal with ya, rare
They don’t make them like that no more, rare
Pull up every homie in a foreign, that’s rare
(Chorus – Lil Yachty)
I keep bad bi**hes all around me
I got good drank, so my ni**as and these bi**hes can be straight
They tryna down me
But I don’t give a f**k cause if my homies eating, I’ll always be straight
They tryna clown me
But I got blinders on and I see nothing but the money in my face
Look all around me
The homies good and the home girls better so it’s time for a toast
