I called your bitch and told her forget it
In the club with a motherfuckin´ stick, it is not an aesthetic
The baguetties pop out of the tints, shoutout to Elliot

I´m poppin´ these pills like they Tylenol, but they never get rid of the headaches, let´s get it
I´m ridin´ around with a stallion
My chain bigger than a medallion
My name on her body, she tatted up
Forty-one bezel, the bad man, oh
Blue faces like Mystique and her ex cannot take it
Don´t tell me you love me and fake it, that shit is irrelevant, just keep it player (Huh)
Told you, you don´t gotta trade it, you can get the crocodile or the gator
Just hit up girl from the Hermès store, tell her, "I´ma see you later"
Bought the whole damn Bergdorf store, now I go to Kenz´ and Ford for the flavor
Balenciaga your favorite, we can get Kanye to make it

This the lifestyle of a Bronx nigga from the west side, can´t fake it
I was just there on the concrete jungle, made it out the pavement
Mama told me show no love, but do not be a hater
Like LeBron on the Lakers, cross it off, I´ma
Damn, when I pull out my bands
Paid ten thousand for these Chrome Hearts pants
Yeah, go ´head, act dead
Nigga, if it rained, we still slid
Me and my dogs gon´ ride, together like Clifford, leave that bitch on read
´Round here, niggas don´t dance, fuck that cha-cha slide, we just blam, blam (Blam)
Fuck around and get you blammed
Free my broski Montana and V-12 up out that can
That F&N don´t jam, fuck around, go through you and your mans

See you when I land, out in Canada, yeah, I´m the man
Yeah, look, yeah, I´m the man
Yeah, look, yeah, I´m the man
My mama, she proud of me
Her baby a prodigy
And I´m rockin´ Prada jeans