Eyy
Wait, what? It's Chez
Tokyo drip, I got a bag
I went to shibuya, spent all my cash
Harajuku got bitches with ass
Imma fuck around and hit one from the back
I fly bitches out all the way in Dallas
I got bitches in my imperial palace
Let no nigga no where the stash is
Getting lit, light 100 matches
Estuve en Tokio, me gusta bad bitches bro
Gastando dinero, now I'm making all the dough
Me gusta entero, I know that you like it hoe
I tote 50s it's not a joke
One shot and I'm laying low
I just ran up in the bando, skrt off in a lambo, you know how we coming
Bitches commando, go crazy like Rambo, pull up and he running
Acting like fans tho, asking for cash hoe, now your mouth shutting
Choppas got ammo, bape got the camo, pull up and we gunning
Got a 100 round stick, niggas havin' the clip, you know I'm the shit, pull up take take the risk
Kill the people livin' in the dip, live in peace "I'm popping out the crips",
Live in peace I'm making P's, that money that  I'm making conciously, like honestly, best believe, gotta get the patek Phillipe
Got a Iphone, Jaden Smith I'm an icon, gotta  bitch in the back and she going psycho,
Bitch tall like the Eiffel, these rappers treat me as If I'm a rival, cuz I be killing like rifle, I think that imma have to stop now, before Im killing their title
Ey 
Ey
Pick up the phone
Money's calling
Said I got a 100 racks
Now the money's talking
Bitch I'm going crazy
Now I'm balling
Niggas talking all that shit till I started poppin
Running round four choppas
Rich niggas eating lobster
Ball like the Lakers
Now I'm on the roster
All star type nigga
Killing the imposters
Girl got nice figure
Boyfriend meet chopper
Meet that nigga
Spend some racks on my dinner
Don't smoke og or a swisher
Pull up with a splinter
Japenese girl, I don't kiss her
Back to Spain yeah, I don't miss her
Catching Ls yeah, y'all be fishers
Lotta snakes niggas, y'all be hissers
Hit it once and I'll forget it
Want the smoke yeah we got hitters
Niggas pull up, they getting scared cuz of the way that I walk now
Talk is cheap and I'm packing heat, pussy nigga don't talk down
Talk to the feds, niggga you dead, need to empty the Glock rounds
Once you dead, send a shot to you leg, and the sound go "pow, pow"
You got nothing say ey
100 racks, thats a pay day
You make money nigga, no way
Kinda money you ain't making
Switched my flow like 10 times
Leave you dead nigga no signs
Put Balmain on my bowtie
I'm the man nigga no lie