Yeah
Ferrari horses in the back, I bring the cavalry
Lizzie in my pocket, married to her majesty
Eiffel Tower view, I fucked her 'gainst the balcony
She gimme brain I think she might be from the Ivy League
Stacking, stacking, get the bag and feed my family
In a year you'll see my net worth in a magazine
I got some bruddas who gon' pull up with the magazines
Chain swanging, I feel like I'm a hunnit degrees
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
See all my bruddas outside
You ain't got nowhere to hide
I took mum's kitchen knife
I'll take your fucking life
I told you y'ain't got the calibre
Wanna feat, just talk to my manager
Huh, sipping on Goose no Canada
I need way more bands per capita
Call up my brudda (kakar!), I give 'em the word,
I tell 'em go beat that boy up
Took her to Paris, I buy her some Saint Laurent heels,
And I spend a bag at Goyard
I wanna get a lil' high, cuz life isn't fun,
The tab on the tip of my tongue
Riding around in a Benz, the bally on me (huh),
I'm scared of the sun
Huh, huh, she wanna come backstage
She wanna get back pain
I'm bringing the rampage
I clocked this shit, I'm top of the rat race
You call yourself the king, Ion know about that name
Ferrari horses in the back, I bring the cavalry
Lizzie in my pocket, married to her majesty
Eiffel Tower view, I fucked her 'gainst the balcony
She gimme brain I think she might be from the Ivy League
Stacking, stacking, get the bag and feed my family
In a year you'll see my net worth in a magazine
I got some bruddas who gon' pull up with the magazines
Chain swanging, I feel like I'm a hunnit degrees
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!