Gorgeous (Forbes List)

[Chorus] Money comin' in and my pockets looking gorgeous (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Pull up in that car that you niggas can't afford it (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Told my mama that I'ma finna get a spot up on the Forbes list (Ayy, ayy, huh) Fresh to death, Margiela on me, you know you can't ignore it (Ayy, ayy) Foreign bitch in the mirror, you know she looking super gorgeous [Post-Chorus] Hit the 'Rari, then I floor it Only fuck her if she gorgeous Pockets, they enormous I was born on a spaceship Pull up on 'em with that Choppa and erase him [Verse] Eatin' good, I don't need a reservation Shakin' shit up, bitch, I'm feelin' like a Haitian I remember servin' work up in my basement Sorry mama, but I had it in my basement Gotta keep the lights on, huh, candle lights off Fuck her with the lights off, huh, that's what I'm on Spray 'em just like Lysol, that's on gang, dawg Any nigga want beef? I got steak sauce