Factory Set

[Chorus: M1llionz & Blade Brown]

It wasn't factory set so I had to forget

Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes

And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet

RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set

Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts

My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh

Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched

Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps

[Verse 1: M1llionz]

Thirty-five thousand in a M&S bag

I told my chick, "Take the Range, don't mind me, I'll take cab"

Pending clearance in a warehouse facility

That shoulda been the initial red flag

That's why I never send the money first, in case I get scammed

Midday, FedEx knocking at the crib

I need my side chick to sign while my runner gets bags

One month and he's gas, he just put down ten bands

The mandem still active, hitting movies

Hot cars driving round in the ghetto with heat scanners

All my tings with no nails double up as B baggers

And my YG's bringing shotguns to Scene Smashers

And I still got phones doing numbers

How you think that I keep up with Supreme fashion?

And I'm still spraying Creed cologne on Celine fabric

To learn all the tricks that I do, you gon' need magic

[Chorus: M1llionz & Blade Brown]

It wasn't factory set so I had to forget

Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes

And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet

RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set

Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts

My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh

Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched

Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps

[Verse 2: Blade Brown]

Come to clean up the game, taking out the trash

All I hear is C-A-P and bare wass

What they know about jets? Couldn't pay the gas

Let your bitch jump on, watch her get gassed

But told her "Don't post", I don't wanna get harassed

I just wanna count cash till I get a rash

Remember when I got about a brick for a booking

Fam I nearly cried for them times I was cooking

Been so long since I seen it in the flesh

Probably get goosebumps if I see it in the Rex

But keep it off the blower if you wanna pattern up

Swear down, I don't wanna see it in the texts

Fam we had followers way before socials

Making joints land way before postals

Suttin more coastal, spread it out local

Jugg veteran, you can hear it in my vocals

[Chorus: M1llionz & Blade Brown]

It wasn't factory set so I had to forget

Bought in a new chain, I'm telling Abz to add the baguettes

And I just grabbed a Patek, then it's back to the jet

RM's, AP's, you can't chat to the set

Yacht-Master flex when I answer my texts

My left hand on my phone, my right hand on my spesh

Made stacks while I slept from the packs that I stretched

Louis monogram tracksuit matching the creps