Chorus” Tell em I ain’t faded, diamonds on my collar, my shit a star graded, bitches in my condo, they stand in line waiting, smoking motherfucking weed inhaling, and I say it again. Yeah A bikki bikki, next hit, is with Nicky, my music sticky sticky, my gun be clicky clicky, if you fucking with me, life becomes, tricky tricky sticky sticky, so never mess with me, Shopping in the Benz, doing 90, expensive things, what motherfucking money can bring, Fancy fancy, champagne in the bottle, drink it to my fucking body wobble, the cash we be spending is fucking colossal. My bitch like a model, double ds, big ass, the size of a kings castle. Fuck her under Gucci sheets, her ass twerks till the beat, I can barely see, with the fucking heat, her body neat, she blows me on wooden seat, till its complete Chorus”