I let my stone-wash denim
with the lone piece cinnamon
in my sneaky snake boots
I let my GTL down a two-lane road
with an open windshield view
I'm telling the truth
Baby, they ain't got nothing on you
Of you

I can wear my Chanel watch
with my time stops
like you're walking in the room
Just like the diamonds on my grill
or the way you make me feel
like a special kind of fool
Yeah, that's true
Baby, they ain't got nothing on you
Of you

All the shine of the crown might be good for looking
But when it all breaks down, no
they ain't got nothing on you