That's it right there? That wasn't it right there right? I see it Huh She wrapped up in my bed sheets I'm on the laptop overlooking the spreadsheets We got the spread beat They woke you out your sleep Your guns was out of reach Your funds are now delete This shit not for the weak Will you rebuild or retreat I know which ones are we Which one will you be I'm in that SEC 560 with Recaro seats The disc changer shuffling through 12 CDs My nigga please Vintage AMGs, my nigga Vic shipped me the keys The feds ears was burning, swear they just couldn't believe To their surprise Shipping crate, vintage ride Suckers thought they found the pies (Let me dub it)