Yup, in my white tee
Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please
Uh, they gon' wipe you, before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & M.I.A.]
Cacti's, not no iced tea (Ah)
Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)
Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)
Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, i-i-i-in general
I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, woo)
Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo)