[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
K-U-R-A, yeah
I'm with the gang, I'm with my boy, yeah
Let's go, yeah

[Chorus]
With my twin, see some racks, that's a lotta (Woo)
Ain't no ho 'round me rocking Dolce & Gabbana (Ha, ha)
I'm a rockstar, popstar like Madonna (Facts, facts)
I just want the racks, I don't give a fuck 'bout follows (At all)

[Verse]
Yeah
Brand new Gucci boots gon' keep me warm up in the cold (Woo)
I rock Rick, Alyx, and Undercover on the ho (Woo)
I got too much swag for you to tell me how it go (Yeah)
Tell me price and I'm gon' pay it, promise I ain't broke (Yeah)
Push it hit to something (Yeah)
Now we always knowing (Let's go)
We got bitches fucking (Facts)
They want a famous moment (Ha)
Yeah, these clothes is too expensive (What?)
I know you can't afford it (At all)
Bro just pour that deuce (Woah)
He too high, bitch, he floating (Clayco, cook it up)
Bitch, it's five in the morning, I got blunts and a bad ho
I'm rich with hella bitches, how the fuck can I be sad though (Yeah)
They say my name when I'm outside, that's why I always wear a mask, bro
Got hella pops, we pour the drop, we in the Porsche and living fast, ho
Put your horns up (Woo), hellraiser, hellraiser
Put your horns up (Yeah, let's go), hellraiser, hellraiser
Put your horns up (Let's go), hellraiser, hellraiser (Let's go)
Put your horns up (Woo), hellraiser, hellraiser (Woo)

[Chorus]
With my twin, see some racks, that's a lotta (That's a lot)
Ain't no ho 'round me rocking Dolce & Gabbana (They ain't rocking that around me)
I'm a rockstar, popstar like Madonna (Yeah, yeah)
I just want the racks, I don't give a fuck 'bout follows (Yeah, woah, woah)
With my twin, see some racks, that's a lotta (Whole lotta money)
Ain't no ho 'round me rocking Dolce & Gabbana (Why they wearing that?)
I'm a rockstar, popstar like Madonna (Yeah, yeah)
I just want the racks, I don't give a fuck 'bout follows (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah