[Hook]
Might be my b*tch, might be my whip
Might be my wrist, might be my kicks
Might be my kicks
It might be my jab, it might be my dab
Or the lean that I sip
It might be my chains, it might be my rings
Like I just won a ‘ship
What it might be, what it might be
What it might be
What it might be, what it might be
What it might be
What it might be, what it might be
What it might be
What it might be, what it might be
What it might be
What it might be
[Verse]
What it might be
It might be the chains, it might be my wrist
It might be the dab
It might be my jab, they say it’s so stiff
It could be my b*tch
Red bottom Margiela, designer my kicks
You know that we rich
We get paid in full like Rico and Mitch
I been had the bricks
Kick down your door, run in your sh*t
I call that a lick
They give it up quick, it might be the stick
It could be my car
It might be my diamonds they shine from afar
My dab up to par
It might be the way that I shine like a star
It might be the way that I whip it
It might be the way that I tip it
Throwing all this money on her
It might be the way that she strippin’
It might be the way that I zip it
It might be the way that I ship it
Got the feds tryna catch a case
It might be the way that I’m living
It might be the lean that I’m sipping
It might be the money I’m getting
Six rings, Scottie Pippen
Tryna rob, I ain’t trippin’
It might be them youngins I’m sending
That’ll eat your face like the gremlins
It might be the whip with no ceilings
It might be the way that I shoot with no feelings