VERSE 1 :

I need 20 for the feat
They say Cosi down, that's a reach
Preach
Getting crazy out east
cnybody doing anything for breesh (jeesh)
If anybody say they was with me thats's make believe
You see me outside with my nigga faithfully
New York was it's finest when niggas rocked the cCG's
Big BB's on the belt
Pelle Pelle sleeves
Polo V neck tees , extra chunky Jesus Piece
Now we rocking P's
P for Prada
Patek Phileppe
I see you haters stalking me, never double tap but got the nerve to follow me....
Told your man i love him now he keep on calling me
Cause he wanna hop on the roster
He want the life and he wanna have options
Promise to holla when he get his guap up
Tears in my denim i'm poppin he flocking
Hittas beside me you try me you droppin,
It's not like you got many options
Riding with papi he just hit the latto
Told him I want it I got it

Verse 2 :

Know I like em' classy, Boujeé, ratchet
Damn her shit the fattest
Chain on Michael Jackson
Nigga we know you acting this is not yo passion
this shit like my job this shit go on my taxes (sheesh)
cll I do is wake up and I think about the breesh
Spend a couple thousand on my mutha fuckin ... (uh)
Spend a couple thousand on my motha fuckin feet
sneaks... Bitch i come through ricky doooown
Most you niggas was sleep , everybody wanna hit me now
Real quick I could prolly turn 1 to a hundred you know I make penny proud
He a rat , quite down Mickey mouse
Catch his ass hundred shots
50 -50
Nigga be talking that shit , he don't really wanna get up with me
she quick to make decisions boy come get your bitch she wit me
you can not fake the vision
ass on cuban , face Egyptian
I'm tryna get me a bad lil misses
take a flight out makin millions (facts)
(uh uh)
on the bench a while but I hit strikes when up to bat
(uh)
Nigga I aint had shit you can never tell me to relax
(uh)