Manicures on Board

Aye, Takashi Murakami Louis duffel

Girl, I truly loved you till you broke my heart, that's cupid shuffle

I'm buggin' 'cause I could've fucked your friend instead

Girl, I'm ballin', I even gave you that nutmeg

Crazy, but good riddance

I nutted in mouths I should've pissed in

Wrist on Sonny Liston, Margiela tux

On this day of Christmas, only hard dick is what my bitch is getting

Valentino summers, all my Jeeps is Hummers

Fred designing on my sheets and covers when I sleep with women

Don't invite me over to your pity party

Switch the Cartis to the Gaultiers, my boat is at the Chelsea Pier

Girl, this happens every year, it's very clear

You only want me for them new Bottegas, bought you every pair

Got them diamonds on me, looking like a chandelier

I call my piece the David Blaine, it make 'em disappear

Balling like the Harlem Globe, I'm in the Hall of Fame

Took the bitch to Starbucks 'cause I forgot her name

Turnin' up my hustle's how I give myself a raise

Got the perfect aim, they think it's luck, I did it again

Cruising off into the sunrise

In a Porsche 911 with the bug eyes

New Prada lenses, you can't see a thug cry

My favorite rapper overdosed because his buzz died

I learned my lesson

Fans ain't gon' love you forever, man, they all gon' exit

Ain't nothing worse than being famous, broke, on IG flexing

You know what we call that shit? Silent depression

Yeah, and I'm doing what I'm 'posed to

Say she bisexual, well, girl, I'm bicoastal

Stuntin' on the 'Gram like, always on your socials

Say she got a man, but he don't ever post you

He don't post you

How you say you got a man but he don't post you?

Uh, aye

I turned Times Square into my living room

Billboards everywhere, look like a photo booth

Like Joe Pesci in Home Alone with the golden tooth

I wanted a big crib with the swimming pool

My son a shooter like Carmelo

Cayenne the Porsche, the exterior marshmallow

A harsh fellow, as I dodge devils, I'm God-level

Gemstones in my tombstone, I'ma die a rebel, new Bottega fabric

She love lyin', so I copped the mattress

Acting like she love me, but she a bad actress

Me and Gash go way back, since high school mathematics

Who would've thought we'd drop class to drop classics?

On a 747 on our way to Paris

Carry-ons only, girl, you way too much baggage

Manicures on board, diamonds in my glasses

Watching Godfather, Carlo crying and we laughing

Yeah, we laughing

Plane touchdown, go shopping and I Raf it

Rock star, Rolling Stone, watch me Mick Jag it

Back to Arizona, 200 in an Aston

Got 50 on the wrist, 100 on my neck, that's your whole whip

That painting on my wall, that's your whole crib

I just bought a yacht on the toilet, I'm the shit, come on, man