Cook that surf and turf too
Paid my
Big 3 2. They know what the fuck going on, man
Cook that surf and turf too easy
Paid my chief in hundreds
Ship out boxes size of TV
Get in packs and dump 'em
Wagyu steak and 2 martinis
I'm her most beloved
We be mobbing and shit-scheming
They can't break the structure
The way she suck me
She need roses
Pop out, sent a dozen
I call my plug more than my homies
We don't talk for nothing
Cash talk
That's all I think
But 4nem chalking some
I tuck 2 million
Shit like peezy
I can't slip for nun
That AP froze
Summit
On Forbes I'm thinking money
In the trap he a fucking flunky
My word put nun above it
Rap my passion
Trapping paid off
I den came to love it
20K. That't nothing
Now, make that triple double
I keep shit super subtle
This drip got no logo
This bitch cost 15 hundred
I play shit possum dummy
This shit 'bout guns and butter
They're thinking it's TECs and cutters
When I'm counting, she say she love me
Cut throats like Ted Bundy
This on?!
Yeah. This on
I'm live?!
Yeah
Can I see myself or no?
You can turn that shit
I wanna see me while I talk
Aw I look good
I look good
Yo. Listen, man. We're outside
Chicago
Harlem is in the building, man
My man Warhol in the spot
You know how we're doing
Man, listen
We're going places this shit you heard
Right across the street, it's a spot called, "Great"? "Great Head"
I been looking for that all, all, all, all this time I was here in Chicago, man
Where y'all bitches at?
Cook that surf and turf too easy
Paid my chief in hundreds
Ship out boxes size of TV
Get in packs and dump 'em
Wagyu steak and 2 martinis
I'm her most beloved
We be mobbing and shit-scheming
They can't break the structure
The way she suck me
She need roses
Pop out, sent a dozen
I call my plug more than my homies
We don't talk for nothing
Cash talk
That's all I think
But 4nem chalking some
I tuck 2 million
Shit like peezy
I can't slip for nun
I don't even speak, if it's no reason
I enjoy the silence
I handle my business while I'm chiefing
Lord know I'm the highest
The truth be told, this shit too easy
Bitch, we change the climate
A thousand ones to every man
Is 10K at the lightest
I know my touch is some like Midas'
I turn shit to gold
When I'm beating the pot, I leave no mercy
Damn, near clipped the stove
I'm bred from soldiers
If you're starving, then we're hunting strong
You front your shit, then I'm gon' know in time
Your cover blown
It's the motherfucking biggest
Big 3 2. They know what the fuck going on, man
Check the fuck in, nigga
