Beat billionaire You know I stick to the script Twenty million dollar nigga, but I do it like this Maybach Music, Maybach Music [Chorus] My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) 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, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to) Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Wale Yeah, uh Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde Eleven know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit P-R-Ps 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 some nigga from ten deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker I ain't even tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and 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 nines, look at my Blazers, look at my fours, cut wit' laser Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me Salute [Chorus] I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', 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 Kon that ass like Wu-sai It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG Walk around wit' like ten on me, that five seven, that fen' on me Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big 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, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch My Levis, they five o one, my snapback is hella bent [Chorus] Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin' How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin' I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe 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 wit' 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 Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann'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: x2]