[Verse 1]
Black leprechaun, double cup of red
Why would I be broke when I can stunt instead?
I'm fully loaded like the Glock I tote when it's one ahead
Got shooters that'll kill you four thousand
Put a hundred down, a hundred dead
My new bitch pussy as clean as a stale kit
The new McLaren is blacked out like the Blair Witch
And with the top taken off, somehow I got Merrill Lynch
And the car one of sixty, don't matter which gear I switch
I be going off, four-wheel skrrting and rolling off
And when your enemies seeing deceit in your tone
Niggas is bleeping your phone
Women friends so bad, you can't even leave her at home
I'm on my fourth property spending no lease and no home
Used to sell that Justin Bieber boy band
That tan, that white, that Austin Mahone
When it's ‘bout the money, shit get ugly, but pardon my tone
If she too bad, but too far abroad to get flown
She got too much ass and attitude to be calling my phone
Crazy like Medusa, suck me up, turn my body to stone
We been smoking all day, feel like Bob Marley was home
Swear I'm fucking this bitch with the feelings that hardly get shown, yeah
[Verse 2: Tory Lanez & DJ Fatboy Slim]
Back in seven and freeze
And with the three, I still spit like Joel-y Embiid
And shout my dawg, Diddy, I'm letting the deli on freeze
Yeah, I'm a star, but I be starving, my belly on E
Nigga, I'm back to the wall
She ain't wanna take ‘em off when I had crack in my drawers
Roaches and cracks on the wall, and it's not a standing ovation
When I walk inside of the party, I'm clapping them all
Bitches that been on my list for years, I'm scratching them off
It wasn't that I couldn't pull 'em then, it's my tactic was off
I was too busy taking they baggage
And solving the type of problems my cash could resolve
It's kinda funny how the world resolved, my bitches in La Perla drawers
Imagine me not taking over the globe
When Scarface told us that the world was ours
Nigga, I'm a boss, you niggas leaving your girl in charge
I talk money, numbers coming out my teeth, you niggas ain't heard of floss, uh
I'm wearing niggas trust funds on my neck
Whole college tuition I spent on weed
And I don't buy weed like once a month (Damn)
I spent your college tuition like once a week (Yup)
[Interlude: DJ Fatboy Slim]
I told you
We been doing this shit, nigga
Y'all niggas domestic, nigga, we international, nigga
Y'all ever been to Albany, New York?
We been in Albany, Bahamas
Y'all live in Opelika
We landing couple days a week
On them G5's, nigga
It's Fatboy Radio, damn
[Verse 3]
Uh, one twenty-seven all in my AM, I'm 'bout to hit Taboo
I need the jerk pasta and that one bitch with the tattoo
They be like, "Tory, you a owner, why let 'em get at you?"
Because these bitches follow me like I'm Simba to Zazu
Yeah, king of the jungle and king of the rumble
Punch you in your face now, and before I was ever humble
Promise my dead mother to not let Umbrella fumble
Promise to never argue the bread, that's how others crumble
Niggas talk from location and don't put a address on it
Why are you on my dick? I'd rather put a bad bitch on it
I put my foot down on them bitches, I'm standing on it
She looking up to me like she wanna put hands up on it
It's hard being me, nah, I fuck it, it's super hard
Whippin' a coupe in large and the bitch tryna do massage
Imagine tryna make decisions
Knowing that you could pick any bitch that you wanted to do ménage, uh
At this point, I'm probably talking rich shit that you can't relate to
But shit, it's hard to love a rich nigga, easy to hate you
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