Intro 
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Chorus 
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet 
I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check 
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek 
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks 
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet 
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back 
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back 
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act

Verse 1 
Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew 
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel 
Don't get caught with the scale, bro 'nem died in the field 
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels 
Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets 
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast 
Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace 
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police

Chorus 
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet 
I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check 
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek 
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks 
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet 
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back 
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back 
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act

Verse 2
Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys
Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now
Hunnid rounds on him now
Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto...

Chorus
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act