text: The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred 
  I got bout a million worth in jewels
  Look, I made a quarter up in London 
  Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
  Look, run down , tag em 
  I give em twenty if he catch em 
  .44 , blast him 
  Hit em up, then Im dashin 
  Im poppin , Im flashy 
  The bitches love me cause Im catchy 
  Bad bitch , sassy 
  She got that fire like a dragon 
  Look, big body, Wagon 
  I remember I aint have it 
  Twenty-one, Im a savage 
  I got twenty-one in the carats 
  Throwin bullets 
  Throwin bullets like Im Madden
  Leave that nigga in a casket
  The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred 
  I got bout a million worth in jewels
  Look, I made a quarter up in London 
  Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
  The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred 
  I got bout a million worth in jewels
  Look, I made a quarter up in London 
  Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
  For all my niggas, for all my niggas, baow
  Bitch, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
  We still steppin, we still stretch shit
  Whats on me? A FN, a FN, a F&N
  Took my bitch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
  That bitch there aint worth a quarter, I fuck with tens
  Right after she said, I couldnt, I fucked again
  Earrings on me look like boogers, bitch, Im worth some Ms
  21, bang, do whatever for the gang 
  Nudy gon pop out with that stick and I know that he wont say a name 
  Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin for fame 
  Aint no secret, big 4Ls, them fuckboys know what I claim 
  Richard Mille, copped without a show-box 
  Four-five, make you do the hold up 
  Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang 
  Im on the block slangin cold cuts 
  Say you got a body, nigga, so what? 
  Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch 
  None of my opps aint on nothin 
  Broke ass bitches got one gun 
  She get so wet and she slippery 
  She screamin and yellin, Put dick in me 
  Most of these jewelers is sick of me 
  Savage spend money ridiculously 
  I aint with all of the bickery 
  They disappear, I know trickery 
  He made a diss and it tickle me 
  I dont let bullshit get to me 
  Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps 
  We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped 
  I aint got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch 
  The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred 
  I got bout a million worth in jewels
  Look, I made a quarter up in London 
  Then I bought twenty chops for the hood 
  The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundred 
  I got bout a million worth in jewels
  Look, I made a quarter up in London 
  Then I bought twenty chops for the hood