Smoking back to back, I think I'mma have to light one up

I been copping bags on top of bags 'cause my price tag up

A few size forty two Maison Margiela's

The only thing I rock down to my kicks I know they jealous

When a young kid from nothing come out on top and do way better

But them boys ain't 'bout that static, automatic mags, and ruler clips

I got h**s with profit in the mansion, and they moving it

My assistant count the bread up, she my Buddha b**h

Cougar b**h, I met her in the club twerking to Ludacris

Had that shit real quick, but I passed up 'cause she was lucrative

I realized she better off, just counting up, and boolin' it

It's a small world, I learned that b**h f**k with my jeweler

All the way in New York but he got diamonds in Vancouver

I got all types of friends but I never f**d with a loser

I never cared to f**k with these h**s neither, they be choosing

All I know is work, you can hear me coughing and sneezing

I'm sicker than a m**r, I can barely breathe

But that don't mean nothing, I do this like a breeze

Might hit the Pacific Islands and go f**k with a Polynesian

No reason, I just feel like I need peace away from demons

My season start approaching, who am I without Latinas

Lima vibes 'gone treat you right, as well as Argentina girls, f**k with them all

(Hold up, I just copped, I just copped)

A few size forty two Maison Margiela's

The only thing I rock down to my kicks I know they jealous

When a young kid from nothing come out on top and do way better

But them boys ain't 'bout that static, automatic mags, and ruler clips

I got h**s with profit in the mansion, and they moving it

Gang going up like rockets, and ain't nothing finna ruin it

I realized I'm better off, just counting up, and boolin' it

(I realized I'm better off, just counting up, and boolin' it)

(Realized I'm better off, just counting up, and boolin' it)

(I realized I'm better off, just counting up, and boolin' it)