作词 : Dotson, Christopher / Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl / Ward, Christian
 作曲 : Dotson, Christopher / Williams, Tyler Matthew Carl / Ward, Christian
Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Yeah, startenders, run it up
Ah
Let's get into it
Watch your ******
Yeah
Ah
Hmm, ain’t ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin’ like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Ooh, I see it in you
You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt
All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
Elliot the chains, now it's time to run it up
In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah
Yeah, shawty got ass
She just got a tummy tuck, yeah
Startenders, run it up
Hmm, ain't ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I’m Biggaveli
Hmm, ain’t ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I’m feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Offset!
100 in my fanny, yeah (Hunnid)
Running up the engine for my family, huh (Fam')
Wanna hop on drift, take off your panties, huh
******s see my wrist and they can’t stand me, huh (Baguettes)
Coco in my Maybach like it's free meat (Splash, splash)
Shoot a hundred rounds and get your street sweeped
Patek on my wrist, this ****** ain't cheap, cheap
Perc'y or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
And we got status in the back and meet the Grim Reap'
Green light lambo with yo ****** creepin'
We get the poppin' bodies so I let the TEC feed 'em
I put the North up on my back, I get the M's, I feed 'em
Hmm, ain't ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
******, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
And my ****** ride for me like Remy (Remy)
Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli
Send the cash to my celly, have my ****** go get it
Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented
Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny
Good ****** and you pretty, but you better off the Henny (Yeah)
I ain't Ray J, told a ******, "Wait a minute" (Yeah)
Diamonds on my ******, told the ******, "Come and get it" (Hol' up)
Shawty, you a star, got all these ******s wishin'
She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished
Hmm, ain't ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
Hmm, ain't ******g with no off brand ******
Ooh, don't think these ******s understand me
Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah ooh yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
Head, shoulders, knees, focus
Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
Hmm, ain't ******g with no off brand ****** (Bang)