D’s Up Juelz Santana (Ft. Jim Jones & Migos)

[Intro: Offset]
You know what I'm saying
Rich nigga shit
It's the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Offset]
Foreign (foreign), Bugatti's (yea)
Dirty pistol havin' bodies (brrt)
Don't know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole 'nother bitch on the molly (woo)
Havin' them racks, I been havin' them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin' monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I'm the man, ain't stoppin' me (nah)
Fuckin' that bitch, she got too attached
She won't get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin' my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin' just like a bitch my nigga (gossip)
I'm in the trap cookin' fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin' so fuck it let's hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I'm stayin' away from the lames and thotties, I'm bout to get me a profit (profit)
I'm swervin' the lanes, my engines is 'Rari, 488 a 'Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin' sorry (sorry)
Look at my bitch she a barbie (barbie)
Double cup sippin' on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin' splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin' them jets (aye)