歌词
I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta that's chopped in
When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim
My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then
Don't compare me to no nigga that's not in the top ten
And all that weird rapper shit
And they not near half as this
Be in my ear cappin' while I'm focused on the tier after this
Put out a number one, then another one less than a year after it
I'm humble, but you fuckin' bums should be somewhere practicin'
These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous
I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit
Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks
Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks
This one for the family no matter what awards they hand me
I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a Grammy
I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsay
Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stanley
For niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white
Arm & Hammer with ice
Connected like Joe Montana and Rice
Scanners and lights
You value your team, you payin' 'em right?
Candid advice
You gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, yeah
The first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin' in it
He had a Glock on his hip, thirty plus shots was loaded in it
I told him, "Go and tint it," he said, "Fuck that," had no intentions
'Cause when he pull up slow with switches
He want 'em to know he did it, uh
We brought it back, back
I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back
Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back
Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back
Back, back
We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back
Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back
I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back
Was cooking cocaine in designer
I turned seventeen ounces to thirty-nine
Watched big homie lay that shit up on the heat like Harold Miner
I just dropped mine on the heat like Kyle Lowry
All the Vlone came from Bari
All the kilos came stamped with a balloon, it's time to party
Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket, I think I'm Barkley
And I ain't bring a chip home
Bitch, I brought a brick home
Did it off the flip phone
Had the feds in there tip-toein'
I left some dirty pots and a note that said, "I been gone"
I been hit that number, bitch, I been up, bitch, I been on
We was worth six figures on them barbershop steps
Was cookin' hard with my left
Parallel parkin' my Lex'
Hear the barkin' from them bundles, had that dog food on deck
Now my last check look like I play for the Nets
But we ain't breakin' no sweat
We in the rental, 'bout to freeze
Don't you turn up the degrees, it's a brick in the vent
Stove
We brought it back, back
I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back
Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back
Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back
Back, back
We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back
Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back
I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back