(Intro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Digital World Club
Tyler, yeah, aye
(Verse)
No open casket funeral he got shot in the face
Y'all so behind us, y'all really gotta pick up the pace
I don't got time for b*t*hes, I only got time all of them plays
Yeah I'm eating so good now, yeah I know they all wanna plate
But you can't have none yeah, cause all y'all too late
Yeah, and y'all too faced, I just love countin' up all this cake
They like Tyler how much you make?
More than you in just one day
They want sum from me
f**k off you ain't getting sh*t from me
Money ain't what I want it's what I need
Skipping states yeah, f**k a plea
Your b*t*h she is too ugly
Glock close yeah it's always hugging me, yeah