[Verse 1 : Quavo] Yea, fuck nigga I just took the set; I just took the pot Hit it with the Shaq' attack : slam dunk ! It's nothing but 33 Larry Birds in the trunk We trappin' and cappin' the top floor Why the trunk got it smelling like skunk? Gas, gas, they callin' up 12 he gon' mad Here take all these pocket rockets bitch Put him in yo' Birkin bag What you gon' do at the top floor Grab the parachute, hit the window Quavo you trippin' hell naw I ain't gettin' caught with all this indo
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[Verse 2 : Rich The Kid] Pack gone missing, I'm no magician My diamonds they flyin' like Bobby and Whitney Walking around with a 50 My bitch in the trap naked in the mansion no bra and no panties You mad cause I'm rich Cuffin' and loving that bitch We smash and we switch I pull up to bando with bricks in a Bent' I stand round the trap like a fence Finessin' I run with the money I'm wrappin' and shippin' the dummy, Houdini me The kitchen I'm mixing them chemicals nigga no chemistry Rich niggas in Paris they takin' them pictures She suck it, she swallow, you probably kiss her Woosh! Pack gone missing Rich The Kid still finessin' I'M RICH!
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[Verse 3 : Wiz Khalifa] Got so many hoes on my line you think I'm fishing She might be a girl, turn around that thing gone missing Her and her start kissing, liquor in there system Don't be standing near me in the club, go get some bitches Got a crib without a ceiling when I hit it you gon' feel it It's my new motto, nigga, anyone can get it Damn smoking papers, my new crib come with acres Gettin' cake with just the wave of a hand You think I had a favor sump'n
[Verse 4 : Offset] I think it's a ghost in the city I hustle I feel like I'm Nipsy Patrolling you missing, so where did he go? Send my young nigga kick through yo' back door (BOW!) As anybody seen the pack lately They knockin' my door like the candy lady I don't know what the fuck want these niggas These niggas be snitchin', bitches want a baby The pack he gotta go (Fheww!) Beep, beep! Truck load Whippin' and cookin' up Anna Nicole Versace got me travelin' across the globe Blue money, blue hundreds The gas smellin' like it's fungus Woosh! Pack gone missing Ride 'round the city, 30 round extensions
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[Verse 5 : Chevy Woods] Shout out to all my connects in the hood I'm finally famous Shout out Big Sean and I don't mean the rapper that coke made me famous Woosh, hey, they try to get me for the packs Woosh, hey, like nigga who the strap (Blam, blam !) Huh, I had to jump it straight out of the pot I be cookin' the oil Don't got no connect for you pussy ass niggas you'll never be loyal Beyoncé with all of this money you know that I got a big ego Robin Hood I'm in the hood and I'm tryna look out for my people