作词 : Lewis, Cameron Forbes

作曲 : Lewis, Cameron Forbes

Slide on a pimp game with my pinky rang

Lotta gang, lotta niggas, and a icy chain

Why you claim that you rich? That's a false claim

I be straight to the whip, no baggage claim

Whole lotta styles, can't even pronounce the name

You ain’t got no style, see you on my Instagram

I be rockin' it like it's fresh out the pan

Only when I'm takin' pics, I'm the middleman

Walk, talk it like a boss, I just lift the hand

3 million cash, call me rain man

Money like a shower, that's my rain dance

And we all in black, like it's gangland

Say the wrong word, you be hangman

Watch me stick to your bitch like a spray tan

Aw, Mr. 'What Kind Of Car You In?'

In the city love my name, bitch I ain't gotta say it

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, **** what a bitch say

It's all the same, like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, let you get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Yeah that's cool but he ain't like me

Lotta girls like me, bitches wanna fight me

Bitch get yo ass checked like a ****ing Nike

Me not icey, that's unlikely

And she gon' suck me like a ****ing Hi-C

Aw, chains on the neck for the whole team

And I feel like Gucci with the ice cream

And my bitch want the Fenty, not the Maybelline

I'm the black JB the way these niggas scream

Make these niggas scream

Pretty little thing

Like my nigga A.E, say, yadadamean

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, **** what a bitch say

It's all the same, like Mary-Kate

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, let you get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Yeah that's cool

(Offset)

Yeah, I'ma put the drip on the plate (drip, drip)

Diamond ice-glazed, niggas imitate (ice, ice)

Aye, aye feed me grapes Maybach with the drac' (grape)

Slow pace in the Wraith, got this shit from bae

Diamonds up to par, the cookie hittin' hard (hard)

The Rari sit in park, I'm at it, on Mars (Mars)

Shotgun shells, we gon' always hit the target (blaow)

Popcorn bitch shell poppin' out the cartridge (pop it)

3400 Nawfside, Charles Barkley

4-8-8, Ferrari

Make her get on top of me and ride me like a Harley

She wanna keep me company and never want depart me (no)

(Depart me) Yeah, fishtail in the parking lot (skrt, skrt)

I don't kick it with these niggas 'cause they talk about cha

And I got the fire, don't make me spark it out cha

Keep it in my back pocket like it's a wallet

Like the way she suck it, suck it like a Jolly (whoa)

Stack it up and put it with the whole project (racks)

And she got the Patek on water moccasin

I'm rich in real life, I get that profit, copy

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, let you get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Yeah, that's cool, but he ain't like me

Taste, taste, LA you can get a taste

Taste, taste, Miami you can get a taste

Taste, taste, Oakland you can get a taste

Taste, taste, New York do you love the taste?

Taste, taste, Chi-Town you can get a taste

Taste, taste, Houston you can get a taste

Taste, taste, Portland you can get a taste

Taste, taste, overseas let them niggas taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, she can get a taste

Taste, taste, do you love the taste?

Taste, taste, worldwide they gon' get a taste