[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this
D'USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo' waist the world with my paystub
I know that it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris
A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk
Eat out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedеs, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the grеatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
[Chorus]
Tell 'em, be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Sit down (Hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' fella)
Be humble (Hol' up, fella)
Sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil' fella)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (Hol' up, hol' up)
Sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)