Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) Let me catch my breath (Yeah) Let me count these checks (What) Flex on my Ex (Yeah) I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) Break up in a text (What?) Pull up in a G (Yeah) T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)
Pull up, I'm suited And you know I got my toolie Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it Heard you pull up, mini cooper Told that lil bitch that she stupid Okay these niggas can't move me Okay these bitches can't move me Those are not diamonds, they're rubies Wait that's not rubies, that's glass Smack that bitch right on the ass (what?) I know that she's scared to lose me (what?) Yea my Polo be from Louis Niggas act like they was rootin' But they really be some goofies (they is) If you don't like me then sue me (what?) Yea my new girl got that booty That my new girl up in Gucci Yea, What? That my new girl up in Gucci Yea, What? Spend them bands all up in Gucci (Yeah) Look at your chain who your Jeweler? (What) You need to come to my Jeweler (Come on) I put a chain on my shooter (Yeah) I put a stick on my Ruger (Baa) In her dreams like Freddy Krueger (Yeah) Just met her, act like I knew her (I knew her) Rari pull off Ferris Bueller (Yeah, Yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) Let me catch my breath (Yeah) Let me count these checks (What) Flex on my Ex (Yeah) I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) Break up in a text (What?) Pull up in a G (Yeah) T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)
Lil Uzi Vert like who the fuck are you? (Yeah) Almost didn't make it but I made it through (I made it, Yeah) Gettin' to the money, if you snooze you lose Woah, you should see the way That they plot on you (What?) What? Wait, why they plot on me? Cuz they really know that ain't no stopping me Like, first I hit my dance then they flock to me Went and did it all night, girl I gotta leave Yeah, pat your weave Damn, before you see your man Oh no, now you're mad Everything gon hit the fan I don't want that um again I don't want want that again Even though that girl a ten Think we're better off being friends Sike! I'm hit that again (yuh) I'mma lick that again, I'mma split that again Now I do what I want, can't do what I can Think you're on, not at all Cause you know I ball (yea, what?) Boy I heard you soft, I'mma cop it for the cost Smoke the gas on my cloth
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What) Let me catch my breath (Yeah) Let me count these checks (What) Flex on my Ex (Yeah) I don't got no respect (I don't, I don't) Break up in a text (What?) Pull up in a G (Yeah) T3 fly off in a jet (vroom!)
Compositores: Xavier L Dotson, Symere Woods (Lil Uzi Vert) ECAD: Obra #16316043 Fonograma #18787217