[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, I went to sleep (What) with a bag (With a bag, yeah)
Then I woke up with a bigger bag (A bigger bag, yeah)
She ain't have no father figure, so she call me dad (So she call me dad, yeah)
I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag' (Skrrt, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't want a Benz (Want a Benz)
You hating on me 'cause you don't wanna win (Damn, wanna win)
Saw that SLS, now I just want a Benz (I want a Benz)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, AMG kick
Know she slob on my knob like it's Three 6 (Damn)
When I was younger, no, it wasn't cool to eat it (No way)
Now I swim in that ocean 'till I'm seasick (I do)
Stay real till I die and I mean it, yeah (Yeah)
Fake niggas got money too, I seen it, yeah (Yeah)
Diamonds all up on my wrist, I need three wrists, yeah (Yeah)
Damn, these boys takin' my style, that's that free drip, yeah (Huh?)
That's that free drip (Yeah), don't believe her (No)
Pull up like, "Skrrt, skrrt," that two-seater (Skrrt)
Pull up, my fans chase me like Justin Bieber (What? Damn, what?)
Everybody makes mistakes, why I ain't leave her (Yeah)
Everybody in my face but I can't see ya (Stevie Wonder)
All these thots, they call my phone, like, "You don't need her" (Bye-bye, yeah)
All these bitches gnat-gnats, no, I don't feed 'em (Gnat-gnats)
Pescatarian, no chicken in my caesar (Fish)
(DP on the beat)
Yeah, I went to sleep (What) with a bag (With a bag, yeah)
Then I woke up with a bigger bag (A bigger bag, yeah)
She ain't have no father figure, so she call me dad (So she call me dad, yeah)
I went Lambo' for my first car, I ain't want a Jag' (Skrrt, yeah)
Yeah, I ain't want a Benz (Want a Benz)
You hating on me 'cause you don't wanna win (Damn, wanna win)
Saw that SLS, now I just want a Benz (I want a Benz)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, AMG kick
Know she slob on my knob like it's Three 6 (Damn)
When I was younger, no, it wasn't cool to eat it (No way)
Now I swim in that ocean 'till I'm seasick (I do)
Stay real till I die and I mean it, yeah (Yeah)
Fake niggas got money too, I seen it, yeah (Yeah)
Diamonds all up on my wrist, I need three wrists, yeah (Yeah)
Damn, these boys takin' my style, that's that free drip, yeah (Huh?)
That's that free drip (Yeah), don't believe her (No)
Pull up like, "Skrrt, skrrt," that two-seater (Skrrt)
Pull up, my fans chase me like Justin Bieber (What? Damn, what?)
Everybody makes mistakes, why I ain't leave her (Yeah)
Everybody in my face but I can't see ya (Stevie Wonder)
All these thots, they call my phone, like, "You don't need her" (Bye-bye, yeah)
All these bitches gnat-gnats, no, I don't feed 'em (Gnat-gnats)
Pescatarian, no chicken in my caesar (Fish)
(DP on the beat)
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