Yeah, brolic shit, brolic shit, ****

This billionaire rap, ****

Ayo, ayo

The ring is nine carats up, I could shrug for bucks

Success, is it par, now boo, what's up?

Countin' and creepin', buried money, I smoke frequent

Pope with a dope, you know would beat me, kid

You played the vesses in the S's

My shooter named Jerome with Louis on restin,' lived successfully

Flying and puffing, the steering wheel cushion comfy

My pullers up, **** would slump me

Still, we at the Mirage, seven suitcases is nothin'

My bitch can go here, she do the huntin', yo

Rob a few birds and skate with some ones, we bluntin'

These little trick ****, watch who you front with

Playing Cedes in the 'Cedes

Gleamin' with the navy blue straddlers from Orchard to Black Macy's

Funds is monstrous, few grenades

We 40 drinkers, no chasers, up in sensation, on vacation

And lampin', shades down, peace to my ****, all caged down

With devilishment around, I'm sending sage out

Grass is greener, the glass is cleaner

Dirty fingernails with guns fresh out of Medina

Tams in gooses

The old school version of the cool kids who stay strapped and trapped where the tools live

Party where the jewels give it

Trunk loads of PCP, we sending this fucking message to DC!

It's like I'm stuck in that bill, bill

Confidential bodies in the projects over homi's who got spilled

Gold tassels, call my shooters the little rascals

Got Spanky, he fell for stymie to clap you

Automatic floors that spread apart

Emerald couches that get raised where the suede look better dark

Welcome to disco, pinky ring poppin' like Crisco

Marketing cocaine cookies, call it Nabisco

Cigarette lighters in pool halls, a bad bitch

An old jukebox playing that Lou Rawls

Nicky Barnes dope gets stretched out

Heroine addicts that OD, and still putting the rest out

Cotton Club money, gators is gummy

Dustin' off Donna Summers' LPs

Ali Frazier tickets in gold plaques

Bruce Lee, tenth-degree blackbelt actor, auction cost a hundred and 12 Gs