Hook
I can't be nobody else's 
I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I'm selfish 
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it 
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you "I'm for real bitch"

Verse 1
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks 
We stirrin the racks, we trappin' the jecks 
We sleepin' in jets, we really the best (Brr, brr, brr) 
We pull and flex, we speakin' baguettes 
The niggas done test, and the bitches done text 
We came from the bottom, we never forget (Hey, hey, hey) 
Get to a coward, I never allow it 
Them niggas is jealous, them niggas is sour 
They whatchin' and plottin 
They wantin' the power, and aim at your head 
I'm sendin you the flowers, are standin' on the couch 
I [piss] on the tower, and sleep in the pools 
Or fuckin' the showers, for all of the days they didn't allow us 
(Hey, hey, hey, brr) 
Ain't no effects, we come for the checks 
We stirrin the racks, we sleepin' in jets 
We jump on the jets, my niggas is next 
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) 
Fuck on the press, my niggas is next 
Foot on they neck, spit no respect 
My nigga we blessed (Hey-ay-ay-i-ay-i-ay) 
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh 
Keep the success, you lookin' depressed 
You did it to Catholic, shoot it to here, I shoot it to [?] 
Travel in coach, my dad was a ghost 
The bitch on the side, she don't got on no clothes 
The moment is close, just watch the approach 
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) 
Momma I'm dope, my niggas is dope 
They mention my name, I give them approach 
She gave you a heart, she gave me her throat 
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) 
I got it made, my niggas is made 
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid 
The pussy is good, my credit is great

Chorus
All I want is yacht, and some top, in the coupe, by the spot
And a bad bitch to cook, nigga look
Fuck a book, I never read, everything I got, I took
She on a plane, I'm on a lake, he gon' grill it, niggas goin' ape
For heavens sake, he straight to play
I lift him up, but hit him up he levi-...

Hook
I can't be nobody else's
I want them bad bitches to myself, 'cause I'm selfish
Lit nigga, girl I know you felt it
Young Ghetto Lenny tried to tell you "I'm for real bitch"

Verse 2
You ride for the best, I'm here in the flesh
Keep the success, you lookin' depressed
You did it to Catholic, shoot it to here, I shoot it to [?]
Travel in coach, my dad was a ghost
The bitch on the side, she don't got on no clothes
The moment is close, just watch the approach
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Momma I'm dope, my niggas is dope
The switchup is dope, the pickup is dope
They feelin' the waitin' on the G.O.A.T
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I got it made, my niggas is made
I'm gettin my money, my nigga I'm paid
The pussy is good, my credit is great

Outro
All I want is yacht