Massage Seats

Yeah, ***** say what's up, I said, uh

*****, flip a brick

***** ask me what's up, I said, uh

Pimp a *****

Diamonds in the woodgrain wheel, *****

*****, Kane

Golden State the roster, my garage deep

Floating in the foreign on massage seats

Yeah, keep, keep designer on a broad feet

I been water whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat

44 Bulldog, all my dawgs bite

Flexin' AMG, pushin' redline through the red light

Spot a ***** boy with a red dot, bust a headshot

They got us in the scope, all this bread talk really fed talk

Yeah, *****, **** it, get your money on

Still takin' calls on this money phone

Every Sunday morning, I hit Maurice with the MoneyGram

He was major league, I'm pitchin' softball, underhand

These ****** don't understand

This ain't for soccer mamas, this for the underground

****** was the s**t last summer and now they numbers down

Rappers gettin' jacked for they jewels,

I keep that tool with me

I go Makaveli on Hugh's brothers, *****, who the menace?

Yeah, Kane, *****

And I was hittin' b*****s, I'm talkin' 'bout

I was hittin' R&B b*****s

When a ***** was broke and s**t,

You know what I'm sayin', *****?

You know what I'm sayin'?

Platinum b*****s, you know what I mean?

B*****s on the charts, you feel me? Yeah

You know what I mean,

Not just really big b*****s tryna get on,

You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, Kane Season

Yeah, *****, **** it, get your money on

Still takin' calls on this money phone (Yo, what up?)

Every Sunday morning, Keshia hit me with the MoneyGram

Touchdown in the Chi and make that ***** do the money dance

I should have a tux on in this *****,

Me and money make holy matrimony

Shot caller, put them shooters on you like D'Antoni

Top dollar, lock me up and I make the bond, no

Big baller, father, you my son like Lonzo (*****)

Entertainer with a lot of trap contacts

We pushin' packs 'cause in this rap, it ain't no max contracts

With fifty on a ***** head, that's a trap contract

And catch him with a car full and push they whole s**t back

Seats in the 600, push they whole s**t back

I flip a flow and do a show

And get the whole clique racks, *****

Whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat

Golden State the roster, my garage deep

Floating in the foreign on massage seats

Yeah, see, you gotta see, *****,

You know, you gotta understand (Yeah)

I'm from Gary, ****** ain't used to no,

No foreign cars, you know what I'm sayin'? (**** *****)

Like, I remember when

When that ***** Ced came through with the

C, C230 or some s**t, C or E class, some s**t

I'm like "*****? Get out that ************' auntie Benz, *****"