(Song contains both Male and Female rappers) [Intro] Ayyy Let's tear that shit up [Gun Shot FX] (Grr)(Bring the motherfuckin ruckus...) Lets get it [Verse 1: Male MC(Deep Voice)] First things first: rest in peace to my old lease... I mean, I bought the block and I handed my mom the keys Listen, even back when we was broke, my team ill Now I'm laughing at the Forbes list, calculating the gross yield Adaptation inevitable: dividends and the equity Federal policies couldn't audit the god's legacy God is one funny motherfucker, ain't he? Give a n***a an LLC and suddenly he the painting Intelligent, felonious prevalent proposition I own the masters, the catalog, and the opposition Once upon a time inside the project housing The object was to process profits and stop the browsing I get my b*tch pregnant, she birthing a billionaire The cinematic universe, sitting in the villain's chair Whoever thought the greatest rapper would own a real estate? We dining on the Olympus summit, passing the silver plate [Verse 2: Male and Female MC(Deep Voice)] Look, never had a real dollar to my name, bruh Now I drop a million on a painting out the frame, bruh Nas thinkin' they f*ckin' with the kid, you got the game f*cked up I bought the label and the mainframe bust up, I can buy, I can fly, I can pirate easily I'm a guy and a giant, the industry feeding me, Serve a b*tch, curve a b*tch, buy a whole metropolis, Protons and electrons, dropping apocalypse, I'm in Marty McFly mode, buying out the timeline Wiping out motherboards, sipping on the fine wine I got a hostile takeover sitting in the briefcase Liquidate the assets and spit it right in your cheap face Finger to the president screamin' , f*ck censorship... If Mr. D-T got the election, I bought the membership I'm abusing tracks, leaving instrumentals blue and black We the new elite, tell 'em that the f*cking future's back! [Hook: Both Male and Female MC] Welcome to the Capitol, smoking on a veto We treating the Republic like a mob casino! They tried to cap the revenue like this(that) this... that... ,this that this that Ohh, this that this that(this) [Verse 3: Female MC(Deep Voice)] Don't want war, I'm a martian with an army of Spartans Park the Aston Martin right on Madison Gardens Get your intel right, your intelligence is irrelevant New York's the residence, the wealth is just getting evident My heart go (ba-boom, bitch) looking at the bank statements From the pavement to the penthouse, avoiding the arraignments, I spit more than speech impediments measuring the elements, Stacking up the dead presidents, crushing the irrelevance I got them girls next to the wood like they Lightyear But now we sipping Dom Pérignon on the flight here Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star God is one funny motherfucker, look at the foreign car I’m the empor-ah in search of the platinum aura We bought the prosecutor, the judge, and the damn explorer Whoever thought the greatest villain would be from coincidence? We conquered the entire globe monitizing incidents [Verse 4: Male MC(Deep Voice)] Mean-muggin' Mercury head on the buffalo nickel All these sweet-ass rapper clones say, "Yabba-dabba" Pop the purple tag on a black poly-cotton polygraph test Lyin' through my teeth 'bout the bodies on the Tarmac Pyramid schemes in a can of pyramid black beans Now you gotta find a fiend to clean your counterfeit currency Uncooperative weather got my family under pressure My handpiece 'round the bird, a big dummy tryna peck The general consensus in the comment section Is that the captain didn't send a boat to my third-world dimension My throat's warm from sippin' the banana liqueur Every mornin', God himself says, "Gimme some more" Plead the Fourth and the Fifth like the amendment's my brother And the judge is my pops In a Tommy Bahama button-up (no cap) The author of the doo-wop dope in a sun hat Like, how I carry this much dope in a carry-on? Hit it out the park like my name is Barry Bond Hesitant to answer your text, I'm a scary don Who the fuck's in charge of your PR? They very wrong I'm pullin' all the strings on this bitch like a marionette He ain't talkin' 'bout gettin' that green, I'm Gary, gone Then I carry on [Outro] like this(that) this... that... ,this that this that Ohh, this that this that (Grr)this... that... ,this that this that Ohh, this that this that
