Look ^!$$% I can roll up some more weed
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, that's on Gs

The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that mother$#&@er, bought everything that I seen

^!$$%s hating, (*##$es wishing they can get in position for some
Infiltration
Taylor Gang mother$#&@er, don't deal with no shape shift

Only real mother$#&@ers come up in my playlist
I keep it way too real to $#&@ with your fake %#@!
This the real right here, roll one up and face it


T-G-O-D
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me

T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D

And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

[Ya]


Give a $#&@ about a hater
T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats

Here for my throne, put them (*##$es in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D), married to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and $#&@ a prenup like the Kobes

(T-G-O-D), educating hoes
On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see
(*##$ I school !@#%s on the what's and the whos

And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it's rock-a-bye (*##$es
Lights out when I'm rocking my vicious

Ass-to-waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in (?), rent on a (?)
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing

(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the Taylors bring
My circle, anti-square
Can't compare like a (?)

Ain't I there, sonning you hoes, I birth
None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows

Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow
Living in a land called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow

Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth

Forever stay a real (*##$ and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my struggles help build me, so endear eyes

Lauryn we'll forever love you, you'll forever feel hearts

[Hook]

T-G-O-D
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper


Give a $#&@ about a hater


[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Paper, paper, paper, I'm so $#&@ing Taylor'd
Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator

Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I'm so sincere riding in a (?) Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin

Juicy J don't $#&@ with ratchet hoes, only 10s

[Hook]

T-G-O-D
Getting high, rolling weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D

In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about that paper

Give a $#&@ about a hater