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[Intro: G Herbo]

Chase Davis on the beat, yeah

DJ Victoriouz with me in the building

Uh

[Pre-Chorus: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]

A hunnid million what I'm tryna get

Anything to get this paper, b****, I'm tryin' it, uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me, n****, reach, I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go broke lil' n****, mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it, boy (Lil Uzi, let's go, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this

Suck my d***, b****, ashy lips (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

[Verse 1: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]

Smokin' exotic, I'm high ass s***

I'll die if I don't keep this b**** on my hip

Hopefully I don't shoot this b**** off the rim

Ain't like you rappers with all that lip (s***)

Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (What?)

Ocean my neck and this s*** like Pacific (Yeah)

I like my b****es with fat ass and T**** (Yeah)

No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific (Let's go)

Ain't like you bappers, we real Kobe Cappers

You n****s be actors and not even factors

Playin' with the racks and they back in the back seat

I shoot like a Raptor, a rapper attack me

DM that ho, but she still in my mentions

b****es be talkin', these ho they be snitchin'

n****s be talkin', these n****s be snitchin'

Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it

[Pre-Chorus: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]

A hunnid million what I'm tryna get

Anything to get this paper, b****, I'm tryin' it, uh

Ain't nobody gon' play with me, n****, reach, I'm firin' it (Bah)

Know your enemy, go broke lil' n****, mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it, boy (Let's go, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Let's go)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]

Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon

Ocean my neck and this s*** like Pacific

I like my b****es with fat ass and T****

No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific

DM that ho, but she still in my mentions

b****es be talkin', these ho they be snitchin'

n****s be talkin', these n****s be snitchin'

Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it

[Verse 2: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]

I went to every jeweler in this s***, told all of 'em, better not tax me

And I got two bribs in LA right now 'cause that's where the packs be

You don't know we in the 'Raq runnin' s***, you don't know us

Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up

On the bulls***, on the block like Noah

Give me the beef well-done like BOA, b****

Certified n****, can't see what I'm shootin'

I pop out with your b****, I had to recruit her

Okay, she know I f***ed with all her friends

But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me (Let's go)

I f*** them lil' b****es right to my music

Pull out my d***, b****es start flutin' woah

She say she don't f*** with n****s, uh (What?)

So she still shoppin' at Gucci (Let's go)

Way before rap wasn't lyin' on IG

Actually been here, sauce like Zaxby’s, ayy, uh

Built my wave like Max B

I'm in New York, free Max B

I be in a New York like a taxi

Ridin' the Lambo truck, finna pull up, swerve

Car seat in the backseat

Your b****, she attracted to money (Nyoom)

Yeah that's why she f***in' (Yeah)

My n****s attracted to shootin'

That's why they keep bussin' (Woah)

I'm with the gang for life

You know that I'm stuck in it (Yeah)

You know they gon' up that price

You know they ain't touchin' s***

n****s gettin' richer, but smoke, we ain't duckin' it

I'm in Chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip

Richard Mille plain cost a hunnid clip

Pushin' the Rolls, but the Maybach my brother whip

Yeah, that boy Vert know he hit me, I'm comin' quick

f*** all this rappin', we ain't with that sucka s***

Hunnid clip, pull out the window and dump at you

We backin' friends, feel comfortable (Let's go, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]

You ain't got guap like this

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Let's go)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

You ain't got guap like this (Yeah)

You ain't got cash like this (Yeah)

[Outro: G Herbo & Lil Uzi Vert]

b****, I'm havin' s***

I wear a whip on my wrist

Real killers ridin' with straps, can't respond to rap, I don't trip on a diss

When we print out the physicals, cop my disc

Chill out, hop off my d***

Yeah, it's me and Vert, skrrt

Big forty'll burst, you get murked, jerk (p****)

Brand new Richard Mille, yeah

Hop out, stack, do this, yeah

Brand new Lambo, runnin' through red lights like I'm the track with that b**** (Nyoom)

Brand new red 'Rari, uh, ain't no traction in it, yeah