Out on Exuma Island, on the beach with a hunnid iguanas My son grab one by the tail, lil nigga wildin' Smilin', thinking bout the paper I been pilin' Every dish is carefully curated or it offends my pallet Flyer than a pilot, never need a stylist 'Less a booth is empty in my salon and that's on God Young business owner, no diploma Champagne sipper, never sober Foreign car, European motor I'm comin' back for everything they owe us (That's right) Jewels chunky, Carti' robust Foot on necks, I'm not gon' slow up (Nope) Anything to get my dough up (Cash) With a bitch that love to suck a rich nigga dick until she throw up Hold up Big Harlem from the trenches to stardom Used to pump on benches in Pradas Crack made the fiends gimme ten of they dollars Sometimes eight if they promised to cash that check And come straight back to me with the profits I rather count cheese over gossip Pretty waitress grate the parmesan cheese over pasta Tryna book this eight room villa on this site plus the flights But I can't find the button that says 'click here to leave a deposit' Shorty tough but I can't turn a hoe to a house wife So I just wanna know what that mouth like And I'm out like (What?) The trash on a Thursday, playing hard to get Knowing she was gon' give up the ass on the first day I come from a long line of guys that was afraid to be small time Broke a quarter ki down to all dimes Flooded the strip with a gun on my hip She said she like to eat out so I made her put her tongue on a bitch Water so clear I could see eighty feet down Stingrays brushing up against my legs, playing around Poppin' Moe on a boat just to show 'em it's hope They all call me the big horse but they know I'm the G.O.A.T. Drawin' cargo name in the sand as he mimics my moves White couple walkin' by, stare at my jewels and ask what I do I say I'm a recording artist born in Harlem Out here with my son and my wife, just lovin' my life Long way from the block I was raised on But when I'm on vacation, still drippy, nigga, tropical rain storm At the swim up bar, sippin' Gonbay punches Snuck up on me, had me hit 'cause it ain't even taste strong A nigga flow is bomb like napalm Put 35k on my base arm 'Cause that's the one I scraped all the plates on I'm just paying homage just like I promised Cracking oysters straight out the ocean I was just at McDonald's I, I come from humble beginnings Where the ones you call friends'll yell out ya losses And mumble ya winnings (Fuck this nigga) But I'm still one of the realest Coppin' foreigns up at the dealer Ya raps is trash while I'm just gettin' litter Get it?