Lyrics
POV kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content, then they tries that
Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back
I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at?
All I see is sixty-day stars and twenty-year thousandaires
Not enough shoppin', whole lot of browsing there's
My reinvention, I know you thinking, "How's it fair?"
You stream kings, but you'll never fit a crowd in there
Supreme team parallels when the powder clears
I seen things that I'm still not even proud to share
You Zeus network bitches, you hear me loud and clear
Get these fifty-five hundred a host and niggas out of here
Sand color Rolls-Royce, we like Saudis here
The only Audi here is driven by my au pair
Ghostface with the wrist, bird falconer
Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here
Shotgun with your ex, feels like Malcolm's near
Send a hit through a text, ain't no shouting here
Bypass MIA, too much kraut in there
I spent summers with connects, love that mountain air
POV kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south, then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit six mill' behind Tyvek
They content create, I despise that
I create content, then they tries that
Run these jewels, there's rules, I don't buy back
I've topped all these lists, where's my prize at? (Yeah, okay)
Call me Mr. Brella how I weather the storm (Yeah)
At forty-three milli', I peel off like an orange (Vroom)
I got deaf and blind bitches tryna see what it do (That's funny)
Lil' feature niggas threaten to sue (That's funny)
Tell your lawyer to set the fee (Send it)
LaFerrari doors open up like it's therapy (Uh)
That number ain't bread to me (It's yours)
That million is crumbs, you bitches is bums
I'm not a tough guy, I'm a fly boy, them bees get you stung