In the kitchen and it's Taysty Okay, the new chain on me ice cold Please don't give my number, ho, I ain't Mike Jones You know you're on top when you're on the top flo' Where I come from, it's a lot of my clones Ain't ever goin' broke 'cause you know I got mo' I could make a million dollars with my eyes closed Make 'em die slow with these suicide do's Holdin' too much fire, we some lil pyros, yeah Two hoes bickerin', my flows gettin' sickenin' My shows gettin' ignorant, they sold without predicament Tried for my pig-a-ment, they blind or they ignorant But firin' me is like dividin' it by infinite Insignificant, and I'm bigger than Anything they could imagine, still I'm not a fig-a-ment Saw me at the concert, I was tourin' like a ligament Pickin' out of twenty different dogs that I could get 'em wit' Sick 'em, bitch, it's a trip How I change so many people life and they still give me lip Once you build your credit right, you walk out there with any whip By the time it hit the street, the package done made twenty flips Did the same when I was penniless Everybody start with nothin', then they genesis Gettin' rich is really venomous Turn your best friend into your nemesis Okay, the new chain on me ice cold Please don't give my number, ho, I ain't Mike Jones You know you're on top when you're on the top flo' Where I come from, it's a lot of my clones Ain't ever goin' broke 'cause you know I got mo' I could make a million dollars with my eyes closed Make 'em die slow with these suicide do's Holdin' too much fire, we some lil pyros Gas pack I'm smokin' out of Florida taste like mango Pussies say they finna try me, "Try Me," bumpin' DeJ Loaf I'll tell a lie up on the stand, ain't finna take oaths Turn this bitch to Halloween, know how to make 'em play ghost Bam, aim that shit so far away, it stay close Used to ship the package, I ain't ever work for Bezos Blunt so big, I got high, thought he was a [?] I don't got a pace when it come to makin' pesos My homie got the J rolled I'll pull out the bankroll just to make the payroll The plug came from Daygo, we in Turks & Caicos Cost me a ring, man, they thought we went to [?] Screamin' "YOLO," but she doin' yayo I could smell the money, but she got a blocked nasal We don't chase hoes when we chase dough We don't take loans, make deposits in the Chase, though Okay, the new chain on me ice cold Please don't give my number, ho, I ain't Mike Jones You know you're on top when you're on the top flo' Where I come from, it's a lot of my clones Ain't ever goin' broke 'cause you know I got mo' I could make a million dollars with my eyes closed Make 'em die slow with these suicide do's Holdin' too much fire, we some lil pyros