(Dollaz cooked this shit up)
(Yeah it's—yeah it's—yeah it's me)
(Yeah it's me)
Paradox

Feel like Chrisean Rock, I fell in love with Blueface
I'm a Gemini, yeah bitch, yeah I'm two-face (yeah I'm two-face)
Countin' all these racks, thumbin'-thumbin through it
(Thumbin'-thumbin, thumbin'-thumbin)
Count up all these racks, I'm thumbin'-thumbin-thumbin'-thumbin through it
Put that shit on, (put that shit on) AB (AB)
Way I put that shit together I know these niggas hate me
Paradox up on my body, that's my uni' for the week (paradox)
Call up D, I like Balenci-lenci-lenci' on my feet, Balenciaga
With this drip shit I'm the father (I'm the father)
Drip check, I mix the Louie with the Prada
No I don't not need no stylist
Sarah fresh up out the palace
Sarah fresh up out the plastic
She look good, she look fantastic
Plane Jane

I put drip on, I put drip on, I put drip on
I put that shit on, you get shit on, bitch I been on, (uhh) uhh
Put that drip on, put that drip on, put that drip on
Put that drip on, put that drip on, put that drip on

Paradox
Lou-Lou-Lou-Lou-Louis Vuitton mixed with Amiri shit
Christian Louboutin, they bleaching; on they period
Rockin' Fear Of God but I ain't on no scary shit
Bitch I'm underground, I'm feelin' like I'm Harriet (feel like I'm Harriet)
Bad bitch in Chane-ne-ne-ne', I won't marry it
Bitch I'm in that gucci-coochie, bitch I'm serious (for real)
(Yeah it's me)