Intro: Young Thug 
Let's go Mario 
SEX, ooh 

Chorus: Young Thug 
[Patek I sell?] 
I got Maybach glasses (Yeah) 
Skinny, short, and tall, I like all masses (No cap) 
Flat, plump, and fat, I like all asses (Yeah) 
She won't crack a smile, shawty real sassy (Let's go) 
Moncler bomber with the tongue saggin' (Yeah) 
Moncler boxers with the socks, yeah, bitch (Moncler) 
Moncler seats in a big body Bentley (Skrrt-skrrt) 
Miss me, bitch, you can't get none of these dividends (Woo) 

Post-Chorus: Young Thug 
Twelve million dollars, I can help you spend (Yeah) 
Three-point-five, now my crib in (Let's go, ayy) 
Ten extra rooms for my kids, bitch (Ten) 
Uh, everything fast like I'm from New York, ayy 

Verse 1: T-Shyne & Young Thug 
Bitch, you know I'm a re-cooper, yeah (Woo) 
King Tut, I'm King Kunta [Koopa?], ayy (King Tut) 
AK47 with the Ruger, ayy (Huh, huh, huh) 
Ice on me, it got me cooler, ayy (Woo) 
Let her out that car, just like Kuba, ayy (Yeah) 
I can teach ya like your tutor, ayy (Yeah) 
I came a long way from noodles, ayy 
Now I eat sushi and coochie, ayy (Woah, woah) 
I can crash out, I can do ya, ayy 
In a Hellcat like I'm Nudy, ayy 
All my opps wish they could do me, hey (Fuck the opps) 
Uh, Nike, boy, let's do it 
I can't make a choice (Let's go) 
And I want my racks 
Watchin' Saints, but you Louis (Let's go) 
Niggas actin' tough 
'Til they get blowed up like fluids 
Big bad wolf, I blew it (Woo) 
I just tried to hit her teacher and I almost blew it (Let's do it) 
I had to tell her dawg that she tries to choose it (Goddamn) 
Pokémon cards, no, racks inside my pocket 
I OD on rocks (Yeah) 
I OD on Molly (Yeah) 
And I keep the [?] 
And I ride with Dolly 

Chorus: Young Thug
Patek [I sell?]
I got Maybach glasses (Yeah)
Skinny, short, and tall, I like all masses (No cap)
Flat, plump, and fat, I like all asses (Yeah)
She won't crack a smile, shawty real sassy (Let's go)
Moncler bomber with the tongue saggin' (Yeah)
Moncler boxers with the socks, yeah, bitch (Moncler)
Moncler seats in a big body Bentley (Skrrt-skrrt)
Miss me, bitch, you can't get none of these dividends (Woo)

Verse 2: T-Shyne
It's me
Pull up to the spot and fuck a bitch, she gonna miss me
He lost his bitch 'cause of me, that shit is not a mystery
I been settin' records in this bitch just like I'm Ripley's
I fucked my opp bitch and then that nigga tried to diss me
Black, white and tan, I like all skin tones (All)
I been havin' 'Gram since my phone had ringtones
I got thirty bitches on the beach just like I'm Sisqo
I just signed a deal with slime and then my fuckin' wrist froze
I fill up a room with vibes, it's nothin'
I fucked on a cougar, that bitch had a husband
I might set a record, fuck hoes by the dozen
These niggas look up and they see me above 'em
I call up my brothers and tell 'em I love 'em
'Cause when we're young, we got heat from the oven
I got plenty hoes and yeah, I be fuckin'
But no matter what, I know that I can't cuff 'em, uh

Chorus: Young Thug
Patek [I sell?]
I got Maybach glasses (Yeah)
Skinny, short, and tall, I like all masses (No cap)
Flat, plump, and fat, I like all asses (Yeah)
She won't crack a smile, shawty real sassy (Let's go)
Moncler bomber with the tongue saggin' (Yeah)
Moncler boxers with the socks, yeah, bitch (Moncler)
Moncler seats in a big body Bentley (Skrrt-skrrt)
Miss me, bitch, you can't get none of these dividends (Woo)