Yeah, I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch I made you get that Patek Pussy, bust it down, bitch I came from out the jungle with this shit right on my arm No kidding Yeah, I'm a franchise nigga, yeah You like a hundred mil, look Yeah, 10 Cuban links, I got game Two hundred mil Yeah, bought my first Rolex serving cane Yeah, told your main thing, she the least, she can pour my cup I see pink diamonds in your teeth, yup Foot in the door, they told that magazine, yup So, bitch, I'm rolling and I'm on codeine, yup Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah Swag in Tokyo in the plug, Japanese, yeah I been getting my check before I knew it was Nike Me, Spree, bad bitch, fight me like I'm Tyson DJ X-Rated, know I make it thunder and lightning Take that nigga, Benny, bring me a hundred thousand ones One fifty for the walkthrough, I'ma throw my gun, whew Me and Slick, Slick, that's super slimy shit, yeah Dropping hoes out, we just slimed a bitch, yeah White soul frozen over time, yeah Side by side, we shooting with confidence Buy a bitch a Berkey, that's a compliment Falling like the Lakers won a championship, yeah Throw it up Big Bang Gang Slick, yup, in my white tee, yeah Call up White Williams for the hype, please They don't wipe you before you wipe me Unboxes the checks, not my Nikes Cacti's, not no iced tea Got them bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee You need more than Google just to find me I just call up Bae to get a high fee I just start the label just to sign me Me and Chase connected like we Siamese We been on a run, feel like a crime spree Talk to me nicely, yeah, I see his face Yup, on his white tee Yup, yup, call the Sprite people Private flight friend, try to sightsee Popped him in his hands, he was tight Caterpillar ride, rear fold to lift it up I went on the stand, told the judge, pass my cup Ran up twenty million, told the devil, keep the look Keep that, keep the ho, RP pop, keep the smoke Talk to me nicely Keep her on the chain, that ain't like me Scots with no strings, you can't tie me I'm higher than a plane on where the Skypes be Yup, in my slime tee Princey in his prank Yellow bone too feisty Clean him up, no knocking Yup, in my white tee Yup, call up Mike Williams for the hype, please They gon' wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks, not my Nikes He's mean Back in the hood of the cave, we built this shit off of paint In the club we built it, I'm double cuppin' champagne Come through in quintuplets, all them hatters say name Tryna show all my young niggas how to start up a league Comin' through with no top, shit showin' in Mickey D After 12 a.m., come through with special Elevate up to top, this shit got levels