[Intro: Mustard & YG]
Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Boom
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Mustard]
Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable (Oh)
Didn't have company 'cause TV didn't have cable (Oh)
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable (Oh)
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels (Go)
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (Oh)
I watch freak bitches pop X and do the unheard
Can't believe this nigga pressin' me over a bird (Let it breathe)
[Interlude: Mustard]
(Oh, yeah, oh)
All my Westside bitches to the dance floor right now (Oh, yeah, oh)
All my Westside niggas to the dance floor right now (Oh, yeah, oh)
DJ, let's go (Oh, yeah, oh)
[Verse 1: DJ, Jeeezy & Mustard]
I walk in the booth, speak my mind, make a great livin' (Great livin')
I've been big flexin' on these niggas like I'm weightliftin' (Weight)
I know all the tellers, I be postin' at the bank chillin' (At the bank)
Your bitch beggin' me to pull up to her family Thanksgivin' (Jeeezy, go)
I got bitches payin' me to fuck, we doin' great business (Great business)
Mix Balenciaga with the Gucci, it's the same difference (Damn)
I walk in the buildin', people tell me how my chain glisten
Tried to show 'em how to run it up, but niggas don't listen (Hold on)
I'm at Barclays sittin' by Blake Griffin (Sittin' by Blake Griffin)
At night, I'm in a Louis sleepin' bag (Louis bag)
That nigga puddle boots, put them Uggs in the trash (Put them Uggs in the trash)
That nigga workin' doubles, how you lettin' that job kick your ass? (Kick your ass, yeah)
She give me her all, but I can't give a bitch my last (Can't give a bitch my last)
In my lane and imperial, in a Lamb' gettin' gassed (Damn)
Tryna tell her I just want the top in the nicest way
Scorin' Cartiers on you, we on Brighton Way
Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Boom
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Mustard]
Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable (Oh)
Didn't have company 'cause TV didn't have cable (Oh)
Now I'm up, I thank God the garage got a stable (Oh)
I'd be pissed if I signed to them white-ass labels (Go)
I just drive foreign, two Benzes niggas never seen
Ain't a scene on your scene, but I still get seen (Oh)
I watch freak bitches pop X and do the unheard
Can't believe this nigga pressin' me over a bird (Let it breathe)
[Interlude: Mustard]
(Oh, yeah, oh)
All my Westside bitches to the dance floor right now (Oh, yeah, oh)
All my Westside niggas to the dance floor right now (Oh, yeah, oh)
DJ, let's go (Oh, yeah, oh)
[Verse 1: DJ, Jeeezy & Mustard]
I walk in the booth, speak my mind, make a great livin' (Great livin')
I've been big flexin' on these niggas like I'm weightliftin' (Weight)
I know all the tellers, I be postin' at the bank chillin' (At the bank)
Your bitch beggin' me to pull up to her family Thanksgivin' (Jeeezy, go)
I got bitches payin' me to fuck, we doin' great business (Great business)
Mix Balenciaga with the Gucci, it's the same difference (Damn)
I walk in the buildin', people tell me how my chain glisten
Tried to show 'em how to run it up, but niggas don't listen (Hold on)
I'm at Barclays sittin' by Blake Griffin (Sittin' by Blake Griffin)
At night, I'm in a Louis sleepin' bag (Louis bag)
That nigga puddle boots, put them Uggs in the trash (Put them Uggs in the trash)
That nigga workin' doubles, how you lettin' that job kick your ass? (Kick your ass, yeah)
She give me her all, but I can't give a bitch my last (Can't give a bitch my last)
In my lane and imperial, in a Lamb' gettin' gassed (Damn)
Tryna tell her I just want the top in the nicest way
Scorin' Cartiers on you, we on Brighton Way
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