Always Got a Wine Opener in Hand

Always got a wine opener in hand

You know that Merlot sipper and all that Jazz,

You know all that class

It’s been a good year Chyn, how you get all that cash

Looking like Marty Mcfly (ok)

With my nikes on, when I spotted this chick

She was a freak like me like the 90s song

Bell bottom jeans she was looking like a spice girl

Had to step to her, made sure I said the right words

Uhh..we from a long line of excellence, opulence, decadence

Dead presidents, mustache like a Mexican

Look at the stamps on my passport, it’ll tell you everything

I got 8 passports I’m never going to jail

I made “Omo Kekere” I’m never going to fail

Boundary pusher, chain breaker, my cup runneth over, trouble-maker

Last of a dying breed, call me Kung fu panda

My money eloquent, my money talk fluently, your money bad grammar

Icon shit, psycho shit, read your bible shit

And this here is a memory verse, John 3:16 shit

5 star hotel convos with the concierge

Can’t believe We made it, We fucking millionaires

Call me rubber band man, see I move with it

Numbers don’t lie, check the bank, there’s some truth in it