R.N.S

[Verse 1: Vado]

Yo, on square floors I serve butter to get a step

On my second call from Gudda, got six minutes left

Can't talk long, fuck it, told me he was the best

Told him on the make up, I got it covered, ya nigga blessed

We alright, yacht parties in all white

Shaking three small dice

Glass tables, the boss life

Cigar light, with a broad you call wife

Loafers on spice, when I ball, I score lite

Room Suite at the Ritz, low for business

Reservations at down, frescos, or Flemings

Hesitating the shit blow to some gremlins

Pulling up in two M's showing the emblem

With foreigner plates, your daughter is safe

Just send me a quarter mill, we could call it a day

Four acres on the hill, bridge crossing the lake

Kingpins coming to chill, grill tossing them steaks

[Hook: Troy Ave]

I don't be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor

Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore

Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough