[Intro: Gunna]

(Hoodrich Keem, I’m thinkin’ bout signin’ that guy)

Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance

Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land

They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance

Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens

Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents

These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

[Verse 1: Gunna]

Yeah, I cannot switch, yeah

Imma drip with my clique

Had to stop right quick, yeah

Lemme pop my shit, take the top off my 6

Makin’ money like Mitch, all hundreds, I’m Rick

Playboi bunnies, they lay in my crib

Bust a nut and we lit, boy don’t play with that clit

Count it up and we hit one

Buy a big house in the hills

Do this shit with no deal

Imma go and get a mill’

Young nigga stayin’ trill

Gotta get it how you live

[Chorus: Gunna]

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance

Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land

They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance

Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens

Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents

These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]

Yeah, boy the lean I’m pourin’

Drippin’ in brand new Rick Owens

I just flew back in from tourin’

[?], can’t come in the mornin’(Racks)

Used to be nothin’ and I turned important

If that, bitch ain’t no Barbie she can’t get in my foreign

Skrrr, I’m outta here

Land in New York and we shoppin’ at Barney’s

Came a long way from that block, it was stormin’

I gotta keep it in motion

I gotta grind and I gotta stay focused

Stay on your ten and somebody gon’ notice you

I just be gettin’ it in like I’m sposed’ to

I’m back on my feet like I never left

Don’t need no bitch, I’m better by myself

Imma make it, I won’t settle for less

Came out the hood, I came up off of finesse

But I be thankin’ the Lord that I’m blessed

Sendin’ me blessings and I cannot stress

Ran this shit up and I don’t gotta flex

Fuck these lil bitches, I’m chasin’ a check

Don’t wanna fuck, I want face and some neck

Geeked up, outer space, just like a cadet

We out in Vegas and we makin’ bets

Just landed in LA on a private jet

I’m so hood rich like Keem

Draco on me with a beam

Roll up a blunt, bitch imma stunt

Bought the new .40 with new Saint Laurent (Duke)

[Chorus: Gunna]

New RAF stance, imma drip when I dance

Imma count these bands, I’ll fly then land

They ain’t give me no chance, or give me advance

Now it’s [?] out a Benz, new Cartier lens

Dead presidents, dead presidents, these dead presidents

These dead presidents, these dead presidents, these dead presidents