All this money I'm having it's possible just to go and fuck on one

I need two

I need three

I need four bad bitches, I need five, I need six, I need seven bad bitches, I need eight, I need nine, I need ten bad bitches

Ain't gon' lie man, B-man, let me ask you something man, this shit popping, this shit popping right?

I ain't gon' lie

I'm the type of **** I feel like I go broke on a bad bitch like

I'd take my shoes off and make this bitch

Yeah... Check.

Let's go.

Saw the crown and I took it, nobody handed me nothin'

Built this palace from concrete, the foundation is rubbin'

Off on the doubters, they sneerin', they watchin' the rise

With fire in they eyes and a pocket of lies

This ain't a fantasy, this is the gritty

The city is pretty but under the surface, it's wicked and shitty

I'm countin' the figures, the numbers don't lie

While you're countin' the followers, I'm takin' the sky.

The throne that I sit on is colder than winter

A grin for the camera, a flash for the picture

They think it's a blessing, I know it's a test

Every single victory brings a new pest

I'm dodgin' the fakes, I'm weavin' the games

My circle is tiny, I remember the names

Of the ones who was down when the vision was blurry

Now the money is talkin' and the story is hurry.

Look...

They all want the spot 'til it's time to hold the weight.

This crown... it's heavy. But I chose my fate.

(Synth melody and beat fade out slowly)

Empty throne...

Yeah...

It's all mine.