Wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha, wha...

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is $#&@ing awesome


This is J-R.E.Y.E.Z.


Walk up in the club like, where the b*tches and the drinks at?
I'm trying to have a fun night, but the thirsty don't think that
Everybody trying to be fly, but me I just !@#^yze

I ain't really trying to try, mm I'm just a stand up guy
He save up pay cheques, her bags probably borrowed
She don't have safe sex, he can't pay his car loans

Everybody rockin' Gucci, everybody rockin' Louis
Hmm but like none of those brand names really fool me
I just can't stand her, maybe I'm high standard

Maybe it's my manners, but I'm just a bystander
He be fronting like "hey there, what you know about cashmere"
I be stunting in a plain shirt, thinking like that's weird

Maybe I'm a hater 'cause I just can't afford it
I could buy it later but he already wore it
Good for you, how much it cost? cool you got a job

We in club bruh, there's no sun, take 'em shades off
Two hundred for a t-shirt? did you really get that
YSL, you fly as hell but I'd rather screen print that

I don't care what your business is, you trying to be evident
Maybe I'm inconsiderate but I prefer being different
And this drink I be sipping it, I appreciate the little bit

And you end up just vomiting, but I know what my limit is
Just looking at the principles of something fundamental
Maybe I'm just ignorant, being a little judgmental



I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got $20 in my pocket
I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is $#&@ing awesome


You ain't got no swag
You only got $20 in your pocket

I-I-I'm huntin' lookin' for a come-up
This is $#&@ing awesome