Gucci clean (aye)
Louie clean (aye)
Fendi clean (aye)
Prada clean (aye)
Christian clean (aye)
Maison clean (aye)
Carti clean (aye)
Rollie clean (aye)
Yeah I got it out the mud
Without a stain on me
I got blood on the money
Not a stain on me
Yeah I do a b*tch dirty
Not a stain on me
Turn a n*gga to a stain
Not a stain on me
(Aye)
You know that cleanliness
Is next to Godliness
All white linen on
I swear I’m the Godliest
Gaudy ass Jesus Piece
Diamonds in it stupid big
Forest Gump n*gga
Stupid does that’s what stupid is
Dummy ass bank roll
I don’t need to say a lot
I just make this sh*t look easy
In Yves Saint Laurent
Bad b*tch hard headed
So you know her ass soft
Versace Medusa Head
b*tch I’m flexing mad hard
Show up in that ghost
I’m fasho yo boo see me
Kick it with me b*tch
I got that sh*t online like Buscemi
I would never ever give a
Single f*ck bout her man
I can’t clean up her mess
Ho you see this Hermès
Ho you see me in that
Beamer Benz or Bentley
Big B’s like I’m Sada
Big B’s back to back to back
Balenciaga Saga
Had game like Sega
Since the beginning n*gga Genesis
Street smart n*ggas
We some neighborhood geniuses
Gucci clean (aye)
Louie clean (aye)
Fendi clean (aye)
Prada clean (aye)
Christian clean (aye)
Maison clean (aye)
Carti clean (aye)
Rollie clean (aye)
Yeah I got it out the mud
Without a stain on me
I got blood on the money
Not a stain on me
Yeah I do a b*tch dirty not a stain on me
Turn a n*gga to a stain
Not a stain on me
I done got myself to a level where
I’m on fire hot as hell
Prada what the devil wear
It’s so cold in the D
You better bundle up here
Ain’t sugar coating sh*t
Hope I'm making myself Moncler
With her pus*y out
Every time like it’s my favorite fit
I feel like Wiz in this Tom Ford
On my Taylor sh*t
Made it pop with the white girl
n*gga Taylor Swift
Louis V that check on me
Fast money make it swift
(Listen) you can tell by her feet
That she eat how I chew
Her’s like a Butler biting
n*gga mean that Jimmy Choo
Choose your words wisely
Cause you do not want to upset me
Have you setup to get wet up
And zipped up like the Giuseppe
They expecting me to fold
Life ain’t suppose to be fair I know
When you go as far as I go
You deserve some Ferragamo
Gucci ad-lib Cole
Burberry on me n*gga
Keep that choppa and a shovel
I’ll still bury me a n*gga (aye)