Classic

[Intro: 2 Eleven]

Yeah, million-dollar game spitter

You know the price stay goin' up

Recession-proof, nigga

Ten different incomes, you know what I'm sayin'?

We don't feel none of that shit

I stay grinding though

[Verse 1: 2 Eleven]

Been around the world twice, running up this mileage

I been putting this shit on, I ain't never need no stylist

She just tryna win, heard that pussy got some mileage

I'm diggin' in the game, tryna see where I could profit

Went from trappin' out the projects to niggas droppin' projects

How your watch worth a buck without no diamonds?

Yeah, I rap the new dope game and we uppin' all the prices

'Cause the fеds using lyrics for indictments (Uh)

Ain't no pressure, I know what I signеd up for

And everything that come with it, I know these niggas cutthroat

When you self-made, they gon' hate you with the utmost

And playing both sides, watch, niggas gon' end up smoked

'Bron James how I'm busting these plates

And doors on the Rolls truck open opposite ways

For a name, she'll go opposite ways

And 'round here, a day in the life might get you life in a day

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Cs in the Bentayga, they red in a douche rag

They say you a douchebag, the patty cake blue in his new flag

He hid two in the broom closet, just fronted out two slabs

(Two-step the blow) But my wrist doin' the Schoolcraft

This ain't Crowley's, you can't style me, no, we can't polly

And [?] you know I'm heavy on the State Mile

My chain 'git, I'm driving with my knee twistin' up the tree

Working three phones while I'm lane-switching

We serving Js up 'til thirty in the morning

Full-coverage insurance, ridin' dirty in a foreign

Sweaters and lean, nah, this ain't no Liz Claiborne

My whip damn near equivalent to eighty pints of acorn

On our side, it's the [hard side?], this where the pills blue

Land of milk and honey but the money reek of mildew

Cartier-starin' at the world through my rearview

Flyin' up the Lodge, dropping lines in my clear fruit

[Verse 3: Jay Worthy]

These bitches ain't shit, they only loyal to the money

And these niggas no different, I can't fuck with you, homie

Catch me riding by my lonely with a cup full of Dom P

Play this shit only, smoke and blast 'til the eyes itch

We in Medellín, probably where they might find me

Got the bartel with me, wish a nigga would try me

Throwing money, drink and rum, knockin' hoes at the island

No Toosi, no poosi, well fuck it, we wildin'

I suu the the woo, ho, but I ain't from Charlotte

I suu like the woo, ho, I'll take you to Bompton

Put her on a plane, we ain't do too much talkin'

Take you out the slums to a penthouse 'partment

Throw some yay on the table, have a penthouse table

No neighbors on my floor, ho, I'm penthouse-worthy

If I kick for a week, hell yeah, she'll be working

No stripper, no twerking, advanced with the earnin'

It's P