[Hook: Skeme]
I want the whole thing
Why would I settle for half?
My foot pressed on the gas
'Til everything done on the dash
I want the whole thing
Why would I settle for half? (yeah)
Saint Laurent to the toes
And I don't chase nothing but a muthaf**in' bag
I'm so obsessed with this cash baby
I'm so obsessed with these racks baby
Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby
I'm balling b**h, check out the stash baby
I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama
I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap
Pour up that oil and go get it homie
Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up)
[Verse 1: Skeme]
Far as y'all and your two cents
I swear to god, I give two sh**s
I'm Eric Wright 'bout the money stacks
Get 'em Eazy-E
But still I'm Ruthless
30 deep and we at Mastro's
40 deep and we at Ruth's Chris
Whole hood through the back door
Who the f** 'gon tell us that we too thick
I remember when I saw my first mill
Same night, I was making new sh**
I ain't saying that to brag to you neither
I'm just telling you some truth sh**
It's so much lying going on nowadays
You can't even tell when it's truth, sh**
And I don't want a dime from you for it
Just remember who the truth b**h
Before you take a step in my pair
Check twice, make sure the shoe fit
You play with the youngin'
Ima have them gunners swoop in
On some shoot out the roof sh**
That's a promise and a threat too
Better make ya next move ya best move
Cause little quicker with them chess moves
Even kings f** around and get tattooed
[Hook: Skeme]
I want the whole thing
Why would I settle for half?
My foot pressed on the gas
'Til everything done on the dash
I want the whole thing
Why would I settle for half? (yeah)
Saint Laurent to the toes
And I don't chase nothing but a muthaf**in' bag
I'm so obsessed with this cash bae
I'm so obsessed with these racks bae
Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby
I'm balling b**h, check out the stash baby
I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama
I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap
Pour up that oil and go get it homie
Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up)
[Verse 2: Skeme]
'07 I was seventeen
Had them 16's that was hella mean
Wide-eyed on the I-side
Try and pull up in some sh** they never seen
Flow switch from my old sh**
But I could k** this tune and let the metal sing
F's up and the flag's red
But the green be over everything (what)
Now the young n***a brackin'
Count papers to the pa**ion
It's middle fingers to the pastor
And my ex is hatin from the past tense
You get to the top from the muthaf**in' bottom
You got a reason to brag then
Paint a pretty penny for a n***a image
Eighteen hunnid for jeans that I'm saggin
If you hatin n***as, bring a bag in
They don't like you winnin, keep a mag then
Self-made, I'm a mogul baby
I could make a mill of the a** end
Pull up in the S6-trey, big boy this is not a Jag b**h
Pockets lookin like a fat b**h
Mix a n***a with the rap sh**
[Hook: Skeme]
I want the whole thing
Why would I settle for half?
My foot pressed on the gas
'Til everything done on the dash
I want the whole thing
Why would I settle for half? (yeah)
Saint Laurent to the toes
And I don't chase nothing but a muthaf**in' bag
I'm so obsessed with this cash bae
I'm so obsessed with these racks bae
Got a check on me now, that's a fact baby
I'm balling b**h, check out the stash baby
I swear I'm obsessed with this fetty mama
I fell in love with that guap, guap, guap
Pour up that oil and go get it homie
Rubber band holdin' that knot, knot, knot (hold up)