⸻ Wake up, ocean kissin’ on the glass, Biscayne blue stretchin’ further than the past, Crypto ping, couple bands just passed, From a beta boy beggin’ just to watch me tap that ass. Silk robe draggin’ cross the marble floor, Yacht keys tossed on the bed by the door, She call me “Commander,” want her knees on the shore, While her man’s in the corner, tryna send me some more. ⸻ Miami heat in the sheets, breeze in the suite… Beta boys pay for the view they can’t reach… ⸻ 305 in silk, champagne in the sun, Yachts in the bay, all the wives wanna run, Cash rain steady, baby, I already won, Cervix Commander—yeah, I’m the only one. ⸻ Pool deck drippin’ with them thick brown thighs, Blonde bimbos sippin’ while they block out the sky, Beta boys wired just to live through my eyes, While I’m deep in they queen, hear the ocean reply. Screenshots sent, “Daddy, teach her the game,” While the husband in the DM, beggin’ me to say his name, I run the 305 with a laid-back flame, In silk, with a view, and a financial claim. ⸻ “Keep sendin’ it… Yeah… yachts ain’t cheap, baby… You want her happy? You want her glowing? Pay up.” ⸻ 305 in silk, champagne in the sun, Yachts in the bay, all the wives wanna run, Cash rain steady, baby, I already won, Cervix Commander—yeah, I’m the only one.