(Ayo, Ian)
Yeah

Mile high club when she hit me on the plane
How high I done got to outer space
She one day closer to havin' a break
I'm on my boss shit now
So it's fuck up out the way

Bitch, move
You ain't 'bout the shit you say, I'm true
You gon' fake it 'til you make no moves
And lil' bro flexin' chains of fools (Gold, gold, gold)
I can't let you change a move

I can't have you change my mood
'Cause if you kill my vibe, it's bye-bye
It would be a shame if that was you
I been stated it but I got my rules
They know I take off like a catapult
She like me, animal, when I fuck off the Adderall, uh
Her mom add it up, uh
Addin' up the ones
Go 'head, grab the pole but I ain't claim none
One, two, three, four, five, six hoes
Now every big bro say they wanna be Sol
Take my white to your face like that white up your nose
But my queen don't snort so you cannot have the throne
Don't compare me to no one, I built up myself, uh
You can't compare mine to nobody wealth
My shit timeless, I'm priceless, I could never sell
Who-whole lot of purple all over myself
I keep Givenchy on my body and the GG on my hip
Pu-pu-pull it out of lil' shawty, and say, "GG" to the bitch
That lil' ho gotta have COVID the way she get around
She could have your homie
You know, the one I put on and tryna take my sound
Another one of my sons that wouldn't be none
If I never let 'em ride-ride in my boat
They ridin' with me so they copy my roles
They copy my themes to copy my flows
I know I got some eyes watchin'
And shout to Izzy 'cause I been feelin' all in

I been scratchin' at the surface
Ever since a kid, I know my purpose
Yeah, I just pray that it's worth it
Yeah, 'cause I been known I deserve it

Mile high club when she hit me on the plane
How high I done got to outer space
She one day closer to havin' a break
I'm on my boss shit now
So it's fuck up out the way

Bitch, move
You ain't 'bout the shit you say, I'm true
You gon' fake it 'til you make no moves
And lil' bro flexin' chains of fools (Gold, gold, gold)
I can't let you change a move