Lyrics
Powder on the Louis, they're steppin' on coke
These sucka n**as hang theyself
If you give enough rope
Got Chanel life jackets by the stove in case it don't float
Next time they stamp my brick, make sure it's a goat
Make sure it's a goat
Smell the work cookin' in the air tonight
I smell blood money in the air tonight
I can smell a raid in the air tonight
I smell dirty money in the air tonight
Talking in code, Devin Booker number one
I'm like if he could lock up on his defense
Imma put all of my money on them
Told her pack the Goyard
I'll fly you to Amalfi Coast
We lay out in the sun
Bitch I really had a run
Probably the biggest since Pun
I left my rollie in the pot
My sanity in the spot
Once the boatload drop
You just row slow, don't stop
You be on top
She know she gon' get a Birkin
If she help me scrape the pot
We hot (hot)
So (So)
Did we stop? (nah)
No (never)
Fuck around with me
Had the phones tapped
Still never stopped trapping (fuck is wrong with me)
Bump into my old plug, I might stop rapping (fuck is wrong with me)
I stayed places I ain't need to be way too long
Done playing with you broke n**as
My money way too long (way too long)
Powder on the Louis, they're steppin' on coke
These sucka n**as hang theyself
If you give enough rope (my name's Stove)
Got Chanel life jackets by the stove in case it don't float
Next time they stamp my brick, make sure it's a goat
Make sure it's a goat
Make sure it's a goat please
In the ghost let me float please
11-day grind no sleep
I wasn't here, don't post me
Thank God I'm not the old me
To fit it in unsew the whole seat
They like if I had his plugs, I'd be the
Shit up n**a, no you won't be
Soon as you see money on the branch
You fuck around and cut the whole tree
She said she want to suck the soul for me
Diamond crack rock rosaries
Hotels Costes, all this gold on me
I've done seen the realest fold
Boy the feds come and shake a n**a coke dream
Turn into a snow globe
We do nothing less than a whole key
Blood in the snow
They like yea they blew his Avirex into a short sleeve
Okay, we know you n**as woke, sheesh
All that knowledge and you broke, sheesh
Bitch, I can sit you on the court sheesh
When you swimming with the big fish
Keep your eyes open, money don't sleep (yeah)
I might have went to far like, fuck
That was my exit
I got 20 million on the checklist
I got 200 karats in the necklace
I tell them boys chill, but they restless
I tell them don't do it, but they reckless
The EQS is electric
This is legend shit
Powder on the Louis, they're steppin' on coke
These sucka n**as hang theyself, if you give enough rope
Got Chanel life jackets by the stove in case it don't float
Next time they stamp my brick, make sure it's a goat
Make sure it's a goat
Smell the work cookin' in the air tonight
I smell blood money in the air tonight
I can smell a raid in the air tonight
I smell dirty money in the air tonight