Paris

More money, more problems

The racks came in, I still can't solve 'em

Gun to my head, I still won't fold

They poppin' pills to fill they sorrows

I'm grits, I'm tryna stay focused, but I seen a twin

She a bougie, bad boss, she love her some Rick

When she get fly, she don't even drop flicks

Swear she mine, so I'll make her my—(ski)

My shawty real fire, she don't need no lashes

My shawty real P, she wanna see Paris

Oui, oui, whatever, 'cause she ain't ratchet, yeah, yeah

And we mixin' rockstar with the classic

You see the frame, I got Louis glasses

Rockin' Balenciaga boots, 'cause it's fashion (fashion)

I paid a ton for this glow (this glow)

They speakin' on shit they don't know (they don't know)

I been jumpin' on stages, then punchin' right in

They tryna call me a lil ho (lil ho)

And we mixin' rockstar with the classic

You see the frame, I got Louis glasses

Rockin' Balenciaga boots, 'cause it's fashion (fashion)

Tryna be patient, I hate spazzin'

Root for the underdog when they laughin'

I'm back on top, now who's laughing

Yeah, yeah (who's laughing, who's laughing?)

I'm just a simple nigga, I ain't lackin'

I'm over the limit, nah, I ain't crashin'

Hate to be a lil nigga who's in the past tense (ski)

They see a chain, now they see the fame

It's deeper than music, they call me big bro (tuh, for real)

Reach for this chain, I'ma die with the game

Try fuckin' with me, bro gon' let that shit blow

Tryna do better, they keep comin' back

Doin' way better, I been in my zone

I'm goin' hard, put my all in this shit

Take a look at my piece, you could see that I'm cold

More money, more problems

The racks came in, I still can't solve 'em

Gun to my head, I still won't fold

They poppin' pills to fill they sorrows

I'm grits, I'm tryna stay focused, but I seen a twin

She a bougie, bad boss, she love her some Rick