Ladies and gentlemen, we just landed in Geneva, yeah that's in Switzerland, we're on the yacht. A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream, we all got our toes out too. Call me when you get lost! I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block high. Driver, open the door for me, my hair, her finders. We playin' hide-and-seek with the passports, where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah. The luggage is piling, I need to close the way. So many stinkies sittin' in my wallet, look like I'm floating, yeah. The car, the air so light on my body, thought I floated, yeah. We boated, here's Tunji and Tyler, but call me Baudelaire, yeah. Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitches, yeah. We kissin' dog, I love when she let me rub her like Michelin. A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin' like... Man, they ain't listenin'. We cross the line like immigrants and benefit from it. Keep on stuntin' on these niggas, make them sick to they stomach, man. Can't stop it! Y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh that you can taste the same. Yeah, we gettin' lost, but we know who we came for. Bada, bada, bada, son, son, son, and... Treat that last part like you niggas ain't sayin' nothin'. Yeah. You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the gram. Gangsta, crazy! Tootsie! And I'm in need of a flow, I'ma eat me a rabbit, I might as well eat me a hoe. Ho! I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezin' the cold. As the devil, the demon, and ghost. I'ma get even, and even get even some more. It's too late to even get low. Bout Wolfgang, Wolfgang, that's what I need you to know. Moolah, weasel, and goat. The wind beneath my wings. Desert eagle underneath my coat. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Moolah. Bitch. Hard way. Moolah boy, nigga. You see, we just over here admiring the view of the mountains from the lake. Of course. Y'all know it's Wolf Haley, man. Stop fuckin' playin'.