Aye baby, hand me some green tea?
Check, good job
You´re doing good, bitch
Mmm, scrumptious!
Check, numbers

Aye aye aye

Bruce Wayne coupe, if I need we can get away
Fake niggas hate it when I rap, they feel some type of way
"June ain´t really ´bout that life" that´s what they like to say
"He had that song Glock 40 but that was way back in the day"
Instead of pillow talking to the bitch, you should find a way to make it off your mama couch and go and get some real K
You stuck in a record deal, I´m working on my seventh tape
And I own my masters lil´ nigga, better get it straight
Merchandise crackin´ off the dribble, had to make it shake

Niggas sell they soul for 100K, to me that´s crazy
Then drop 50 on a chain, that´s a damn shame
I see you got the Jays, but your son ain´t ate in days
Soft ass nigga, got the bitch on a fuckin´ leash
Me, I´m lookin´ at the 2020 while I smoke keesh
Touch down in ATL, lookin´ for a Georgia peach
Taking pictures of my ´Vette but really I ain´t drove in weeks
I don´t got a million dollars yet but give me two weeks
OT, two free, just me, nigga yee
Dre touched down, now I´m looking at some real estate
Gotta put this money somewhere besides the fuckin´ bank
Everything got a price tag, how much you tryna pay?

If you think you know everything, how you gon´ elevate?
Bucket hat, dark shades, seven dollar lemonade
Make no excuses, go hard until your money straight
Almost bought a vintage 911 just the other day
Pap´ pulled up, white fox, he was tryna race (numbers)
Should I keep going to be stoppin´ but it´s goin´ crazy
They like "goddamn nigga, didn´t you just drop a tape?"
I ain´t go platinum just yet but I got faith
Just a white tee and a chain but I got taste
They like "damn June, didn´t them Nikes drop in ´88?"
(Aye aye aye, aye aye aye)