Fitted Cap

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Beat Billionaire

You know I stick to the script

Twenty-million dollar nigga but I do it like this

M-M-Maybach Music

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Huh!)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

The Rolls-Royce, it's all white

Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)

Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' with the Spikes

[Verse 1: Wale]

Uh, Ferrari Mikes, bitch, I'm on my car show

My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concord

11, know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss

The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't with all that commitment shit

PRPs is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'

My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes

Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn

That's Omeka from 10.Deep, ATL, I’m wit' the cooker

I ain't even tryna fool, ho, I ball like private school

You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

NT, those my niggas, you know we just be bullshiting

It's ironic how I drop some dough

When I got them Homer Simpsons

Look, pine green Foams, they may never see the store

Got LeBron entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul

Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes

Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut with laser

Look at my whore, that is your lady

Look at my flow, makin' y'all crazy

Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me

Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me, salute

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)

Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Yo, I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys

No LL but these cool J's

And my wrist froze but I'm cool shaved

Like a bald head, I'm too paid

I'm too blazed and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high

Wrong move and that tool fly, better calm that ass like woo-sah

It's MMG, M-O-B, young nigga, I been OG

Walk around with like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me

Don’t grin on me with them long stares

You ain't God then there's no fear

Big money, all the hoes here, HD, I see it so clear

We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom beep when it back up

Big boy look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that MAC tucked

I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, sip Cîroc, it's my last cup

On this shit, I can't stand up, catch a case, I'll man up

This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay and that nigga Pill

In Brazil and this shit is real, got bad hoes in that whip appeal

One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch

My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent, hah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)

Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

[Verse 3: J. Cole]

Fresh ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'

How you figure? You fuckin' with me? I hope he jokin'

I'm with yo' girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin

I'm oviedosin', ayy, homie, Cole be smokin'

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion

I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up so you know we toastin'

Fuck hoes with no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'

Out in Sweden like ain't shit that you can't tell us

Lord forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous

Cause uh, they had them J's and my mama wouldn't cop 'em

Can you blame her?

Hundred dollars for them bitches wasn't a option

Now we livin' much better, nigga pay whatever

Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever

My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers

You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer

Cole

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

The Rolls-Royce, it's all white

Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)

The Rolls-Royce (Huh!) it's all white (Huh!)

Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes