[Chorus]
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (Maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (Maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that
[Interlude: BJRNCK]
Uh-uh, YG, you changed
Ever since you been fuckin' with them superstar bitches
[Verse 1]
Saint-Laurent drippin', this how I'm feelin'
Only thing changed is the drip, bitch, I'm chilly
Smellin' like Tom Ford, lookin' like a million
What you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceilin'
Ridin' by myself, got the .40 and it's chromed (Chromed)
Everything else bust down, yellow gold (Gold)
They like, "YG, he tryna come for your spot" (Spot)
I'm like, "How? Bitch I'm sittin' on the block, not a throne" (Throne)
I'm in my own lane, I don't race for nan' nigga
I put bands on heads, give you a headband, nigga
All my bitches bad, they don't use filters
Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers (Got fillers)
Fix your wig, get your track right
Tired of that bitch, you look like last night
Whole lotta millions, so what? I got my plaques right
I can tell you niggas ain't eatin', get your shmack right
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (Maniac)
Half a milli' on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his bitch back
Take that, take that, take that, take that
I done lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (Maniac)
The money got my head gone, they don't know where he at
I be trippin' with Goyard luggage, I carry that
Fuckin' on a popstar, I'm tryna marry that
[Interlude: BJRNCK]
Uh-uh, YG, you changed
Ever since you been fuckin' with them superstar bitches
[Verse 1]
Saint-Laurent drippin', this how I'm feelin'
Only thing changed is the drip, bitch, I'm chilly
Smellin' like Tom Ford, lookin' like a million
What you expect? I'm a star with stars in the ceilin'
Ridin' by myself, got the .40 and it's chromed (Chromed)
Everything else bust down, yellow gold (Gold)
They like, "YG, he tryna come for your spot" (Spot)
I'm like, "How? Bitch I'm sittin' on the block, not a throne" (Throne)
I'm in my own lane, I don't race for nan' nigga
I put bands on heads, give you a headband, nigga
All my bitches bad, they don't use filters
Your bitches made of plastic and got fillers (Got fillers)
Fix your wig, get your track right
Tired of that bitch, you look like last night
Whole lotta millions, so what? I got my plaques right
I can tell you niggas ain't eatin', get your shmack right
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