I got you a Chanel bag, baby, you'll like it
Just for you
She dressed up bag and I know she gon' get it
I show up in something vivid

I used to lay in the Civic
He owe money so I pay him a visit
Yeah, young niggas here to salute me
I got the snows like the Fugees

She live her life like a curse
People for war, I'm the worst
Dressed up in black like a panther
I drop diamonds on the finger

My mom is sick, she got cancer
I got tattoos on my arms
It's the tattoos of my mom
Fresh OG, kush in the bun

Fight to high life, she the one
Maybe she gon' have my son
Fuck her one time, not in song
Her body fresh like the cleanest

I was 19 with a Beamer
Double R, yeah, with no chauffeur
No breakfast, but I got toasters
She wear Prada, she be postin

Donald Trujillo with the paper
I set her up in the villa
Money so long, mozzarella
Magic Cubans, the Godfather

She so loyal, I'm her waifu
My wife got special effects
She wanna sex with the best
I'ma go sock up a check

Fuck a new bitch and play Snacks
Dressed up in white in a jet
Chop her, chop her down
She's a cutie with no frown

Tiffany Cohen's your crown
I know your man is a clown
We do vacays out of town
I cap money by the pounds

My new 40 got no sound