[Chorus: Gunna] It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my j**els
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move
The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you
[Verse 1: Gunna] Tell everything but the truth, get nothin' but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, can't put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer shoes, I drip, I need an award
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I'm on a high horse
YSL, got none' but Hi-Tunes, we k** 'em off, no remorse
I gotta win, I can't lose, I'm tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
I hit that champ and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh
[Chorus: Gunna] It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my j**els
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move
The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you
[Verse 2: Lil Durk] Man bag, guns in 'em
Track pants, run in 'em
Gorilla blue, Godzilla
We don't f** with no n***a
How you want that Saint Laurent bag, you ain't s**in' no dick?
My lil LA b**h got jetlag, she off that coke sh**
f** that sh**, come on shawty
f** that Ghost, where the Rari?
None of my n***as want to party
Them young n***as want to catch a body
We ain't wifing no Chiraq thots
Threesome, them my type of thots
Vegas b**h tried to sell me p**y
Tell that ho like hell no
Main homie's b**h tried to f** me
And she told me he don't know
If they out they won't say sh**
‘Cause he know he gon' get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my young n***as be wildin'
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Gunna] It ain't a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin' hard, I paid all cash for my j**els
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can't get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can't control how I move
The praises to the god, don't believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they'll tell lies about you