(Motion detected at the front door)
(Funk or Die)
Yeah
I told y'all niggas y'all niggas was ten years late
Five years ago, I was five million up
Niggas can't fuck with my baby picture
(Blame it on Monstah) Uh-huh, look
Diamond chains and Cuban links, bitch, I'm havin'
Emerald cuts and baguettes, bitch, I'm havin'
All these Rollies bust down, bitch, I'm havin'
Five Super Bowl rings, bitch, I'm havin'
Sixty pointers in each bracelet, bitch, I'm havin'
Solitaires in my veeners, bitch, I'm havin'
[?] colored Cartiers, bitch, I'm havin'
Two karats in each ear, bitch, I'm havin'
Look, I just turned forty-one, this a forty-one
I ain't made forty-two, but this a forty-two
Favor for a favor, blood owe me one
If I ain't on rosé, we off '42
This a Rolls truck, not a Cybertruck
Four hunnid thou' what I spent on it
That nigga'd still be alive if they ain't hype him up
Piss on the sucker's grave and spit on it
Still shittin' on your favorite rapper
Pretty face, slim waist, bitch thick as fuck
Go'n at me up, we see who really havin'
This a Bentley Bentayga and a Maybach truck, it's Philth
Diamond chains and Cuban links, bitch, I'm havin'
Emerald cuts and baguettes, bitch, I'm havin'
All these Rollies bust down, bitch, I'm havin'
Five Super Bowl rings, bitch, I'm havin'
Sixty pointers in each bracelet, bitch, I'm havin'
Solitaires in my veeners, bitch, I'm havin' (Phew)
[?] colored Cartiers, bitch, I'm havin' (Phew)
Two karats in each ear, bitch, I'm havin'
I was havin' shit when niggas didn't have a cent
Fuck that rapper shit and cappin' shit, nigga, I'm actually rich
Uh, we ain't really jackin' Tris, nigga, this Actavis
Ran my first million, then a ten, now I'm back to six
Yeah, I'm talkin' M-skis [?] to investments
Bought my side bitch a diamond necklace, I'm a blessin'
Purple Louis on, I did a walkthrough with the steppers
Off Perkies, I get reckless, turn a model to a peasant
Philthy had a mansion full of foreigns, 2012
I ask him what he sell, brodie told me he can't tell
Mix the brick of fetty with a dog and then it's well
680 Benz, Maybach, it's a V12, nigga
Diamond chains and Cuban links, bitch, I'm havin'
Emerald cuts and baguettes, bitch, I'm havin'
All these Rollies bust down, bitch, I'm havin'
Five Super Bowl rings, bitch, I'm havin'
Sixty pointers in each bracelet, bitch, I'm havin'
Solitaires in my veeners, bitch, I'm havin' (Mm, mm)
[?] colored Cartiers, bitch, I'm havin' (Havin')
Two karats in each ear, bitch, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Million-dollar nigga, whole 'nother brag kit (Yup)
Real gas, you smell it through the [?]
Chyeah, land it back with the bags, nigga taxin' (Nigga taxin')
[?] so heavy, whole million in my bag, bitch (See my bag)
Only fuckin' fine shit, I don't want her if she average (No)
Fly by Harry Hines (What?), I'm in Dallas like a Maverick
Fuck the bitch one time, she want a ring (Bet), she wan' get married (Huh?)
My main bitch ain't worked in seven years, I'm really havin' (On God)
She see me in the car, I'm grippin' the wheel, I damn near crashed it (What?)
I been to every club and all these bitches nasty (They nasty)
Pullin' up in Maybachs, ridin' Lams, I'm really havin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
I just might take my Hellcat and give that bitch to my daddy, Jairmy (He can have it)
Diamond chains and Cuban links, bitch, I'm havin'
Emerald cuts and baguettes, bitch, I'm havin'
All these Rollies bust down, bitch, I'm havin'
Five Super Bowl rings, bitch, I'm havin'
Sixty pointers in each bracelet, bitch, I'm havin'
Solitaires in my veeners, bitch, I'm havin'
[?] colored Cartiers, bitch, I'm havin'
Two karats in each ear, bitch, I'm havin'
