| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Quincy Tellem |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Lean) |
| I told my brothers that now I’m a superstar |
| That doesn’t mean I won’t buy you machines (Bow, bow) |
| Gettin' this money, it gives me a sugar rush |
| Think I’m diabetic, I got all this cream |
| Treated my brother like he is my mama’s child, ah |
| Too late to reconcile, ah |
| It made me the bigger man |
| Now I’m Wraiths, I count all these stacks of cream |
| Recline, I lean, my bitch, Celine |
| The Louis, the V, my life, supreme |
| I work, they dream, I count, they scheme |
| I spend, they pree, the ice VVs |
| Packin' my bags (Packin' my bags), I’m 'bout to fly overseas (Fly, fly) |
| Run up a tab-tab, send the accountant receipts (Receipts) |
| Cash rules everything around me, cream |
| Drop is so clean, clean, clean |
| I got a bitch with Celine dreams |
| She fell in love with the CC |
| Louis bandanas, we put 'round the hammer |
| Might buy a stick in Atlanta |
| We do not do this for camera, no |
| Fuck all the glitz and the glamour |
| Fuck the glamour, been in the bandos, still a trapper |
| Fitted caps, but you know we ain’t cappers |
| In the Maybach, the feeling’s ecstatic |
| Recline, I lean, my bitch, Celine |
| The Louis, the V, my life, supreme |
| I work, they dream, I count, they scheme |
| I spend, they pree, the ice VVs |
| This time out, you’re back to frontin' |
| You’re inside out (Inside out) |
| Yeah, I’m back to stuntin', I been flyin' out |
| Yeah, I’m in my bag, I win by miles (Yeah) |
| That big lad knows, it’s been my house |
| I’m in the spot, it’s filled with clowns (Clowns) |
| Yeah, I’m in the cut, I don’t like crowds |
| Yeah, my ting turn up, my ting quite foul |
| Yeah, just left Dubai, that’s sixty-five |
| I’m chilled out, I’m in New York, sat inside Tao (Tao) |
| Yeah, met this new bitch, it seems like trial (Haha) |
| Yeah, she seems quite wild, I think she growl (Rrra) |
| Yeah, I been outside, my ting go blaow (Blaow) |
| Nah, fuck that bitch, that bitch played out (Yeah) |
| Didn’t mean to say that, it just came out (Mmm) |
| That crib paid off, the shit’s laid out |
| Yeah, I’m straight from Peckham, but just say South |
| Recline, I lean, my bitch, Celine |
| The Louis, the V, my life supreme |
| I work, they dream, I count, they scheme |
| I spend, they pree, the ice VVs |