Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah Ice my left arm, Patek my person´, yeah Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah
Tell the lil´ niggas step they shit up, wanna be like me, pay the fine Hop out the V, throw valet the key, walk in with Ski, we don´t wait in line Catch me V.I.P., twenty frees, get everything free, that´s all the time Send me an eighty, we goin´ crazy, you book me, at least I could fuck off a dime Rock VVs, come straight out a mine Two hundred G´s, I´m fresh out of shine Get dry cleaned, I´m good with my iron Ain´t never squeeze before, he be lyin´ Can´t come see you, ho, I be grindin´
Scrapin´ her knees, I´m breakin´ her spine Beggin´ and pleadin´, I keep declinin´ Before I tell her I need her, I´m dyin´ Too turnt up, can´t hear that chit-chat Lift weight, bench press, got no six pack Louis V, switch up my fit, I mix match Soon as we snatch, you can´t get shit back And I´m with savages, fuck around, get smacked Lil´ bro got one head, but six hats Ridin´ with a mommy, she Spanish A hood bitch black and they both tryna split me, Kit Kat
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah Ice my left arm, Patek my person´, yeah Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah
Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (Turn up quick) We get in, get gone, yeah Put her in the mix, it´s on, yeah Leave your bitch at home, yeah Done got rich off songs, yeah I can´t do no wrong (Yeah) Four-nick´ hit, break bones (Yeah) It don´t care who strong, yeah
I´m a chandelier Just on Chrome Heart, I spend a hundred grand a year (At least) All the thots gettin´ turnt up, they standin´ on a chair End of the night, we drunk, they playin´ truth or dare (Ayy) Want me pull her hair
When I´m lit, don´t care Really rich, I swear Switch at least a pair All my whips is rare (Skrrt) Man, this shit ain´t fair Wanna be a millionaire? Come and sniff my air I´m in the winner circle Damn, your nigga a square Money everywhere You lil´ niggas embarrassin´ Pull up, watch ´em glare Shit, I´m in the McLaren Take Bottega steps Seen you shop in clearance Five figures for the fit, that´s everything I´m wearin´ These two thousand dollar kicks when I´m just runnin´ errands
I had racks when I was a jit, started takin´ care of my parents Ain´t got no advance off rap, but I live in a mansion, uh
Call me Teflon, greet me like a don, yeah Rocks, baguettes on, neck look like a pond, yeah Ice my left arm, Patek my person´, yeah Drip check, you know I flex, you know I got it on, yeah
Rock shit quick, not long, yeah (Turn up quick) We get in, get gone, yeah Put her in the mix, it´s on, yeah Leave your bitch at home, yeah Done got rich off songs, yeah I can´t do no wrong (Yeah) Four-nick´ hit, break bones (Yeah)