I'm in the full Sergio tacchini sweatsuit, I'm in northeast gettin' money

I just had the golf course in the S55, gentle banks, burnt Rolls Royce in the tunnel

Whoa, best settle down

Whoa, settle down

Stop tryna figure out why **** so serious, at the point in my career I don't need your opinion

The girl seen me whip, but she oh so fierce

I took it all for sauce, sell it for a record deal

It's by cell or breakin' and enterin'

Interstate commerce and white collar criminals

He ain't even took nun' there in his life

But the present side make a young **** vicious

And I can't blame this ****, I done been there

I can't blame, 'cuz ****, I done did it

Took the road I did, a lot of **** wouldn't have even got there

He fucked me over with that money and I ain't dealt with the old **** since

Had to deal with a lot of bullshit for a little hand-to-hand paper

Fuck it, let you know, shit don't matter

**** callin' the homie phone talkin' 'bout "**** wanna kill me"

Summertime, tank top, hot outside, shit gettin' serious

Switch on me, ringtone, flip phone, all my bitches near

Big swing, big swing, huh, brodie bro, dawg, **** u hear me?

Big dawg, high rolla', top shotta', doin' big boy business

Quarter million, two hundred fifty thou', when a **** gon' start listenin?

Helicop' take to the airport, then a **** start sippin'

Slow down bitch, now you bending the corner a lil' bit too swiftly

When I get that money, I ain't gon' be the same, I'm telling you

Whoa, and I'm dead serious

Bitch, I'm dead serious

I'm a high roller

Whoa, whoa whoa who