I got big dreams, so my watch got a big face Girls gettin' missin' like a motherfuckin' mixtape Smellin' like money and I'm lookin' like six I'm outside for real with the slimes and the slats Nigga ride wave, then a nigga get taxed Fiend it's no pants and I fill him up with racks They all bald cap and this all fat No, I don't relax and I don't lack Demons, they follow me deep in the dark Niggas got problems with bein' a boss We ain't been home, but we hear all the talkin' Hit him with hollows and clean it with salt Salt in the wound and my heart in the cooler Frozen like I gave my heart to my jeweler Told him to make a new piece out of this Ever since, I just can't get no fuck by no bitch Baby, had to bust down on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got fans in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got fans in Costa Rica Got that Mike Jack nose just before the fit in Lago Norman Bates with the eights, I'm a ghost psycho Laundry mat with the temper, this a vicious cycle Feel like Rihanna, bitches go wherever I go Go against the grain like I'm battlin' in the silo I'm goin' out west like I'm motherfuckin' 5-0 LeBron in the finals, motherfuckin' 5-0 Nigga been an under 5-4, hella final Niggas got me tight like Arthur's fist and shit Like I'm not an arsonist and shit Not a nigga that you wanna argue with Niggas think you fuckin' with your future like Larson Pippen Shit form like a barber with the shit You get out the chair, you get in the chair The things in the mirror, the way they appear You look to the rear, my niggas is near, my niggas revere You fuckin' with mans, you fuckin' with ass Baby, had to bust down on the AP, yeah Baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately, yeah I got fans in Costa Rica, I got fans in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica, I got fans in Costa Rica I got balled up hunnids in my pocket Diamonds on me, water like a faucet Got a lot of bands in Costa Rica, a lot of hoes in Costa Rica Got a passport in my pocket And I flew with a stick, it's a rocket Forty-five on me, shit hot like a pocket You ain't talkin' money, it's nonsense Got your baby mama doin' drugs in a mosh pit Top of the mornin' to anybody who thought it was Betty by Jilly I'm like a Jedi, mind tricks live inside of your head Eye devilish, red eyes, never been on a red-eye A Jedi be high, forget it Shawty said I be wildin' and trippin' when I'm on a lick Score a penny at 20, I'm Dominic Wilkins and shit Really, I flew to Costa Rica with the AP At the airport, this girl asked me, hey Are you Sleazy? Baby, had to bust down on the AP Yeah, baby, ain't no rich styles on you lately Yeah, I got fans in Costa Rica I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica I got bands in Costa Rica Sufferin', suck a tat She think it's all pretty, cap her hair I ain't even mad I started suckin' on the titty Put my thumb in her ass She had a little one It really wasn't nothin' to grab But did it anyway Nigga, I'm a bad Comin' down to 91 I'm doin' the dash You goin' in today And I be ridin' my ass Sufferin' the same wage Ain't got shit else to say I got too much skills I flow like the water So surprised I did not go gills And I am your father Like he was Luke Skywalker And I concur And let it burn Like Usher's perm And kill confirmed You look concerned Respect is earned You really be in it You gotta be kiddin' me You really be sickin' it I got the remedy I'm feelin' like Goku Bitch, I need your energy Oh, okay Goin' on a date with an AK Yeah, okay Goin' on a date with an AK Baby Had to bust down on the AP Yeah Baby Ain't no rich styles on you lately Yeah I got fans in Costa Rica I got bands in Costa Rica I got fans in Costa Rica I got bands in Costa Rica