| Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo |
| My girl, she naked making breakfast, had to shout to 'em |
| OD, lowkey, bitch, you know me |
| Y’all said I fell off but I looked down and you below me |
| Oli sounding like he off the lean again |
| You won’t see him out unless the team with him |
| In the kitchen cookin', 'bout to turn this shit to chop |
| Money making motherfucker, bitch, I gets a lot of guap |
| Yeah, I’m ballin' |
| Lately seein' commas, all I ever do |
| Big timer, baby, was the flyest 2002 |
| Shout go out to Kate, Stacy, and my mother |
| Y’all took care of me, Zach, Adam, and Aahj like we was brothers |
| Now it’s my turn to provide for my team |
| Got the whole gang with me, manifested my dreams |
| Still, it’s pussy rapper tryna press me, that ain’t nothing new to me |
| My Apple notes that look some like your favorite rapper’s eulogy |
| I look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Yeah, look into my ride and that ass shakin' in slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Yeah, see my flyin' by, Lambo don’t go slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Yeah, way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Gots to slow it down, take a look at how you livin' |
| Hold my homies down, ain’t no one around me switchin' |
| If I’m out in Texas, I won’t lie I’m prolly sippin' |
| Everything on my checklist, gotta just call that fruition |
| If Oli look like Leo DiCaprio, that man AahJ Brad Pitt |
| That man Trace Robert Downey Jr. and Chryse Johnny Depp |
| I max the gas in the foreign and I make the whip pirouette |
| Sippin' Moet, come fuck with the best |
| Swear I’m feelin', feelin', feelin' good |
| I’m flowing, DPO we pouring, glasses overflowing |
| OG rollin', we the ones who chosen |
| Yachts out on the ocean |
| Way I’m going at these rappers, said they need an Ibuprofen |
| I’m going at these rappers head, I’m feeling like the Shogun |
| Ayy, Bugatti’s and Porsche’s |
| Pussy rapper corpses |
| Go on, check the score, bitch |
| Uh, there ain’t a crease up on my Forces |
| Oli smellin' like Chanel and white vanilla orchids |
| Look up at the sky, see my money falling slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Yeah, look into my ride, and that ass shakin' in slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| See my flyin' by, Lambo don’t move in slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Way we livin' life, had to play it back in slow-mo |
| Slow-mo, slow-mo |
| Yeah |