(Flu)

Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches

Smokin' weed in it, ho, don't, yeah

I switch cars like draws

I could play Go Fish in my backyard

That wallet was a Goyard

Not a dollar in it, not even a credit card

Lord, what the fuck wrong with dog?

Got hisself robbed

Talkin' like he had it, so them hunters got involved

Mystery never solved

Meanwhile, from a worker to a boss, I evolved

My Rolex like a crystal ball

I seen your bitch future in it, she under the stars

The Rolls-Royce seats give a massage

I got a museum in my fuckin' garage

Eastside, hehehehe

Know what it is, man

Mus, uh, Spitta

From New York to the NO (Still ten toes down)

It's what we do, baby

Uh, yeah

Let me talk my shit, listen, uh

Fresh off the border, champagne, no soda

Mackin' in hoes the Nolia, if you're weak, we'll expose ya

Get my weed from the growers, they all know us

Chauffeur from the flight, then we shoppin' Jet Life

Paid the price to be the boss, ribeye with the cajun sauce

Shorty gettin' tossed, then I slid to the loft

Time to level up, Andretti pull the Benzo up

Game cold, get some change or you slow

Hustle, go hard and maintain the glow

Hella stones in the ring, you could live like a king

Mus

Know what it is, man (Know what I mean?)

We in the Nolia with it, yeah (Smoke somethin')

(Roll somethin' up, ****) Yeah

They let me back (Spitta, what's good? Yeah)

Hit the lowrider

Yeah, check it (Yeah, I'm back)

I'm so cold, I could've been a pharaoh

I might pull up on a horse and saddle

Eight-thirty cowboy hats, call Earl, it's time to round the cattle

That's my brother, he'll pull up if it's ever a battle

.45 1911, ho like a front door castle

Fuck we look like comin' to wrestle?

Split ya wig, ain't got time for the

I'm floatin' in a spaceship

Can't tell moms about the day shift

I'm just tryna bring the cake in

Couple chicks, they never bonin'

I don't got time for your testimony

Smoke out at the spot, I might just call a couple homies

Release the wolves, they'll come through, crash ya matrimony

Keep talkin' all that shit, we'll plan your ceremony

MYWAE, where the Ferrari at?

Plenty avenues, never complacent when it comes to stackin' paper

Ridin' antique Ferrari on I-10 with no plates

Mami passenger side, she know the grass greener 'round my way

These elegant flowers, onions and Andretti need a vase

He sideline hatin', lil' daddy feminine by his nature

Just another chatty-catty just tryna make a name, baby

This here Dior paired with some VVs, she amazed

Mami know her place, she left two stacks, then she blazed