[Verse 1] I came in this bitch like the dope in the tires, the feds wanna wire, but homie, I’m fire They mad that my wrist doin' snow in July, got a hoe in Dubai, she gon’ open it wide I’m strokin’ the vibe like the engine inside of the Lambo, the doors doin’ yoga, they high I’m floatin’ through time like I’m Doc with the nine, if he trip, he get flipped, that’s DeLorean slides Glory inside of the .40, it’s holy, it’s singin’ like Jodeci, somebody told me These rappers be fakin’, they phony, they owe me, they talk like they Tony but softer than Cody Two-tone, my Glock got a mood ring, if he switch up, then his top get a new beam Two beams, that’s twin red dots on his new jeans, call that lil’ bitch a Supreme High fashion, my Glock out in Dover, this blick on my hip like a damn Fashion Nova She deep-throat, no cover, she lickin’ it over, I’m feelin’ like Thugga, no lovers, just strokers Cups muddy, I'm sippin’ the struggle, my money got muscle, my hunnids do shuffle They stack like a duffle, they flip like a tumbler, you touch it, get boxed like a gift in the bubble I double my digits, no stutter, my business is boomin’, these bitches is bruisin' the covers I slide in the coupe like I’m Usher, confessions is none, but I’m leavin’ with someone lil’ mother [Verse 3] She call me daddy, I might call her sister, then fuck on her cousin, they both wanna visit This dick like a business, they bookin’ appointments, I might put my name in they taxes for Christmas I’m really that vicious, I cook with precision, these bars like a prison, you stuck in the system My choppa do opera, it sing with ambition, extendos like solos, no skips in the rhythm I ball like Kareem, it ain’t luck, it’s Kareem, on the beam, I see everything tucked in they jeans Tuck in your team, if they reach, it’s a scene, gettin’ blood on my money, new hunnids look green Lean in the cup, got my stomach on mean, my diamonds on chomp, got a carnivore gleam Runnin’ through blocks like a motherfuckin’ screen, you don’t get the picture? Then stay off the scene [Verse 4] Look, Private jet seats got the suede like a casket, I’m layin’, she ridin’ me into a trance, I flew out to Cali with duffles of candy, the Feds tryna scan but they miss the advance, All of my customs get cleared like my conscience, I’m prayin’ for wealth while she prayin’ for me, Told her I love her, but money’s my only devotion, my heart got a lock, I’m the key. Left her on silk, had to dip to the meeting, her pops shake my hand, he don’t know where I been, If he knew that his princess just licked up a kilo, he’d probably put price on my head for the sin, But I got shooters like government secrets, they move in the shadows and silence the threats, I took his daughter, his trust, and his work, then I hopped on a flight to collect on a debt