[Verse 1: RU$H]
Rocking Margiela with the odd dealers
Doing business in the city with the tall buildings
We move like Roc-A-Fella, why the hard feelings?
No limits, my lowest level just equals your ceilings
Madison Ave at Philippe Chow's, eating cuisines now
Beijing style was me, ow
And I keep the scope on the piece so when I'm old I still hit you in the throat when I'm senile
Drinking D'Ussé on a speedboat
NiCE is talking to Tha God Fahim on speakerphone
Somewhere out the sea where you can see the coast
Cigars lit with a ki of coke, it's RU$H
Uh, let the stylers hand me Supreme
I was tailor fitted, right in the Alexander McQueen
Eating shrimp salad with scallops, salmon skin with cheese
Just me and a bad bitch running 'round like Adam and Eve, whoa
Nigga got stabbed at the dice game over light change
I pulled off in a white Range
Didn't even wait for the light to change, we in a frightening game
Yes, I spit lightning, man
Who would've thought you'd see RU$H and NiCE with fame
In Columbia, caught a flight from Spain
Uh, in a black tux moving berry 'caine out in [?]
Wearing heavy chains, [?] over everything
[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
New customised Supreme SB collab
I bath in a jacket, green and black, Jesus raft, very rare
Been trill, eating cona tea to match
I don't just drip, I leave a splash, wavy, see the tags?
Ocean city beach, I had the freaks and seekers gasped
Brought a nigga drink, stand close, I guess they keeping tabs
Follow a plan's every move, my aura leads the path
I bag one that look like young Kimora Lee, she bad
Speeding past the silver surfer Porchse, was metallic
Gold emblem clearly shows the horse as it gallops
Bought a house, steak's on my fork with a scallop
The maitre d' and poured the sauce with the shallots
Boss shit, I'm valid, getting lost in my palace
My dogs' shipping packs across from Boston to Dallas
Floss big medallions, got a long list of talents
Kick back and twist caps, this the wrong kid to challenge
I'm selling charm for a price like I'm Will in Hitch
I give a nigga great advice then I steal his bitch
Took her to 760 just to chill and sit
I wake to make the ceiling lift then I kill this shit
I'm a first class playa, word to Priest and Goldy
The new super fly Mack, you a weaker Jody
So tighten up baby boy, thinking them streets is rosy
I'm lowkey out of the reach of police, esketit
[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Chop the top off the BM-dub
Niggas be sending slugs, it ain't no love, that's how the needle rub
Niggas be needing grub by any means to get proper
We really where the money at, you just a shit-talker
Lifestyles of the fly and rich
Bitches be getting wet just peeping my kicks, this is a real as it gets
Me, NiCE and RU$H gon' run prices up
Hammers on tucks for the evil not liking us
Fuck it, I just take it as it come
I give a couple options, are you finished, are you done?
This that Birdman boss shit, gotta a fetish to floss
Shit, a nigga steady dripping, I'm not tryna freeze the faucet
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