(F-f-f-ff-full of culture now)
It's so many numbers on my fuckin' schedule
I reached in the cooler wit' the emeralds all in my bezel (Bezel, bezel, bezel)
Before I pulled off, gotta check the levels
Pocket full of Jacksons, I'm just stackin', I ain't spending nothin'
Yellow Bottega with a number, they only made a few
G-Wagon, all up the 5, I shoulda took the coupe (Five, five, five)
Organized crime, gotta stay organized when you playin' wit' them pies
Sometimes I'm wakin' up with cold sweats
Niggas wanna snake me, watch cost a eighty
KD with a sneer, lil' tuck in a Mercedes ('Cedes, 'cedes, 'cedes)
I'm way too advanced, I'm ???
You brought sand to the beach, I brought snow to Alaska (Alaska, Alaska, Alaska)
My income passive, portfolio massive
I'm chillin', checkin' the irrigation at the castle (Chillin', chillin', chillin')
When the 296, I'm spinnin', turnt off the traction (Traction, traction, traction)
Soon as the Michelins hit the tarmac, I'm straight to it
These jawns prayin' that they get a call back
I want it all, so I make sure I spend my time wisely (Wisely, wisely, wisely)
Articulate myself well when talkin' dollars
My seat back as I'm cruisin' through the sunset
Hunnid so new, I ain't even get to thumb yet
I'm telling niggas, get down or lay down
We takin' over shit, we want ownership, equity
Cuttin' off anything wit' hoe tendencies
Don't pity me, swimming pool infinity
You miniscule, I'm big league
Dustin' off my 'Rari keys
Uh, 296s, SF90s
Matted out Ducatis, chromed out ???
Tilted to the side, watch that shit get to droppin'
I had dreams of that Mazi', woke up in a Bentley on my way to Serramonte
Fuck it, who coppin'?
Aye, aye, aye
Uh, God damn
Aye, aye, aye
Damn, 296s, SF90s
Aye, aye, aye
God damn, sock it to me
Uh, good job
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