[ COLD TAG — OMMA, LOW HUSKY DRAWL ] You’re listening to Diesel… And Ski Mask Mayhem. He said get your chips. I brought the whole fuckin’ table. (Bow bow!) [VERSE 1 — OMMA, SOLO FEMALE LEAD, DEEP RASPY DRAWL, LAID-BACK PLAYER DELIVERY] Cream paint, gold spokes, Floatin’ past the stoop. Thick Cuban on my collar, Heavy links, loose roof. Fresh press, sharp crease, Butter leather seats. Diesel slid the beat— I put some money on its feet. (Get up!) Rubber-band knots, Can’t fold ’em worth a shit. Had to stand to get my cash— These ain’t sittin’-down chips. (Big knots!) Cool jawn, slick mouth, Never pressed to be picked. I’m the bitch you bring around When the money need a flip. (That’s me!) Pimp walk, slow talk, Let the loafers do the most. Parked it half a block away— Still can’t miss them fuckin’ spokes. (Sheesh!) Diesel been a player, Gotta give that man his props. He pulled up clean as hell— I made him circle ’round the block. (One more!) [HOOK — RHYTHMIC SING-RAP, LOW DOUBLES] I’m that bitch— I can help you get rich. You bring somethin’ to the table, We can both talk chips. (Talk chips!) Clean car, thick chain, Rubber band won’t fit. Diesel brought a player— Put some money on this shit. (Bow bow!) Dis is Roll Call. Who brought the chips? Dis is Roll Call. Present—THAT BITCH. [VERSE 2 — OMMA, SMUG, SLIGHTLY BEHIND THE BEAT] Don’t impress me with a section, Show me what you own. You keep buyin’ out the bottles, I get paid to put ’em on. (Check cleared!) Little fee to show my face, Bigger fee to use my name. Had ’em put it all in writin’— Pretty teeth, expensive game. (Gold mouth!) I can make the phone ring, You just gotta handle biz. Get your price up off the floor— Quit acceptin’ what they give. (The fuck?) Diesel got the motor runnin’, I got somewhere we can earn. We ain’t burnin’ gas for nothin’— Put a bag at every turn. (Let’s work!) Chain thick, wrist slick, Seat back, slow lean. White walls stay white— Don’t step close in them jeans. (Watch it!) You got lint inside your knot, Quit countin’ that as paper. All that flexin’ for the ’Gram— Still askin’ folks for favors. (Cut it!) I’m a bougie motherfucker, With some hood left in the seams. I’ll talk shit in penny loafers While they detailin’ the cream. (Too clean!) [BRIDGE — BEAT STRIPPED TO BASS AND CLAPS] Who got spokes? (WE DO!) Who got knots? (WE DO!) Who put Diesel on repeat? (THE WHOLE BLOCK!) Who that jawn? (OMMA!) What she ’bout? (GETTIN’ PAID!) Put respect on Diesel’s name— He brought a player to the game. (Yuppers!) [FINAL HOOK — FULL BEAT, STACKED FEMALE DOUBLES] I’m that bitch— I can help you get rich. You bring somethin’ to the table, We can both talk chips. (Talk chips!) Clean car, thick chain, Rubber band won’t fit. Diesel brought a player— Put some money on this shit. (Bow bow!) Dis is Roll Call. Who brought the chips? Dis is Roll Call. Present—THAT BITCH. [OUTRO — LOW, AMUSED] Diesel… That’s a clean motherfucker. Omma… That’s an expensive introduction. Ski Mask Mayhem.
