(Flu)
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed in it, ho, don't, yeah
I switch cars like draws
I could play Go Fish in my backyard
That wallet was a Goyard
Not a dollar in it, not even a credit card
Lord, what the fuck wrong with dog?
Got hisself robbed
Talkin' like he had it, so them hunters got involved
Mystery never solved
Meanwhile, from a worker to a boss, I evolved
My Rolex like a crystal ball
I seen your bitch future in it, she under the stars
The Rolls-Royce seats give a massage
I got a museum in my fuckin' garage
Eastside, hehehehe
Know what it is, man
Mus, uh, Spitta
From New York to the NO (Still ten toes down)
It's what we do, baby
Uh, yeah
Let me talk my shit, listen, uh
Fresh off the border, champagne, no soda
Mackin' in hoes the Nolia, if you're weak, we'll expose ya
Get my weed from the growers, they all know us
Chauffeur from the flight, then we shoppin' Jet Life
Paid the price to be the boss, ribeye with the cajun sauce
Shorty gettin' tossed, then I slid to the loft
Time to level up, Andretti pull the Benzo up
Game cold, get some change or you slow
Hustle, go hard and maintain the glow
Hella stones in the ring, you could live like a king
Mus
Know what it is, man (Know what I mean?)
We in the Nolia with it, yeah (Smoke somethin')
(Roll somethin' up, nigga) Yeah
They let me back (Spitta, what's good? Yeah)
Hit the lowrider
Yeah, check it (Yeah, I'm back)
I'm so cold, I could've been a pharaoh
I might pull up on a horse and saddle
Eight-thirty cowboy hats, call Earl, it's time to round the cattle
That's my brother, he'll pull up if it's ever a battle
.45 1911, ho like a front door castle
Fuck we look like comin' to wrestle?
Split ya wig, ain't got time for the
I'm floatin' in a spaceship
Can't tell moms about the day shift
I'm just tryna bring the cake in
Couple chicks, they never bonin'
I don't got time for your testimony
Smoke out at the spot, I might just call a couple homies
Release the wolves, they'll come through, crash ya matrimony
Keep talkin' all that shit, we'll plan your ceremony
MYWAE, where the Ferrari at?
Plenty avenues, never complacent when it comes to stackin' paper
Ridin' antique Ferrari on I-10 with no plates
Mami passenger side, she know the grass greener 'round my way
These elegant flowers, onions and Andretti need a vase
He sideline hatin', lil' daddy feminine by his nature
Just another chatty-catty just tryna make a name, baby
This here Dior paired with some VVs, she amazed
Mami know her place, she left two stacks, then she blazed
