[Intro: Lucki]
I hear you're looking for Candyman, b*tch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
All that greed, you should, uh, ayy
[Chorus: Lucki]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain't ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don't need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake
Another high-speed and she still ain't ate
[Post-Chorus: Lucki]
All that greed, you gon' fit right in
Took a lil' break, now I'm back, pop a ten
Super charged Tune, they gon' hear it's me
Burn this b*tch down like literally
[Verse: Lil Yachty & Lucki]
Put a bad b*tch in the DDT
Fifty K earring, nothing cheap
b*tch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome
Sitting back, feeling like a P-I-M-P
Remember when ni**as'd just give me hell
Rockin' big clothes, like it's twenty-oh-three
Pull up, 650, not G 6-3
Have a cookout, everybody get smoke
ni**as going through it, code green like a lima bean
UK b*tches tooted up off of ketamine
Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine
ni**a think he fly? We gon' give that boy a set of wings
Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that's the regiment
My jeweler just made a light like he Edison
Pussy grip tight, on the finger like a wedding band
Drop a new clip in the Glock, got sleight of hand (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Lucki]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Big geeked boy, I'ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain't ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can't feel my face
Big broke heart in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don't need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon' bake
Another high-speed and she still ain't ate