I feel like I beat a murder, murder

Fuckin' on a B you never heard of, heard of

That Pope like the leader of the Vati-can

He do it again

Everything I do they do, guess Yeezy set the trend

And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again

Throw your motherfuckin' hands

They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they praying

And when you flyin' private, it can't be no delayin'

When I speak my mind, it's gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin'

I gotta haul through, like when you be movin'

I gotta fly to Japan just to be secluded

They did no damage, would I give 'em no chances?

Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish

How I brand all of these clothes?

How every tantrum I throw make an anthem for hoes?

This my life, not a quote

I feel like I beat a murder, murder

Fuckin' on a B you never heard of, heard of

I'ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldi's

Throw my dick a party

Your dress code upscale

Used to shop at ALDI's

I ran up some numbers, now I got what ya all need

Give your homegirl the boric acid, save the summer

New abs, she droppin' fast, it's time to come up

Blackout

Passin' out and then she wakin' up gorgeous

I'm not racist, it's a preference

And my bitch lookin' like a reference

Don't I make the rules like a referee

Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs

She a loud mouth

I need to sign a seal, a couple brand new deals

Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill

Passin' out NDAs, ****, deal with it after

I just fucked the world raw, she need a morning after

And in the morning after

And I quote, "It's only one G.O.A.T," let you had your fun though

Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan

Every day in New Jersey, on my way to New York

I was late to every meeting in my Queens tunnel

But all the hoes in Hoboken know

If I seen you outside with the open-toes

You might get you a trip to the Poconos

You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio

That was a jokey-joke

That wasn't nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke

Crying in high school over a high school bitch

And she still in the dark taking night school, bitch

Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL, bitch

Wish somebody woulda warned us

When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn't born yet

African king in a different time

We got multiple wives too, just at different times

Picture this, if every room got a different bitch

Do that make me a po-****-mist?

Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still **** rich

Shit is fucking ridiculous