Classic

Yeah, million-dollar game spitter

You know the price stay goin' up

Recession proof, nigga

Ten different incomes, you know what I'm sayin'?

We don't feel none of that shit

Gon' stay grindin' though

Been around the world twice, runnin' up this mileage

I been puttin' this shit on, I ain't never need no stylist

She just tryna win, heard that pussy got some mileage

I'm diggin' in the game, tryna see where I could profit

Went from trappin' out the projects to niggas droppin' projects

How your watch worth a buck without no diamonds?

Yeah, rap the new dope game and we uppin' all the prices

'Cause the feds usin' lyrics for indictments

Ain't no pressure, I know what I signed up for

And everything that come with it, I know these niggas cutthroat

When you self-made, they gon' hate you with the utmost

And playin' both sides, watch niggas gon' end up smoked

LeBron James how I'm bustin' these plays

The doors on the Rolls truck open opposite ways

For a name, she go opposite ways

And 'round here, a day in the life might get you life in the deck

Seats in the Bentayga, they redder than deuce rag

They say he a douchebag, the patty cake bluer than Snoop flag

He had two in the broom closet, just

Fronted off two slabs (Two step the block)

But my wrist doin' the school crap

This ain't Crowley's, you can't stall me, no, we can't parley

In Jay-Ollie's, you know I'm heavy on the steak molly

My chain jit, I'm drivin' with my knee twistin' up the tree

Workin' three phones while I'm lane switchin'

Be servin' J's up at thirty in the mornin'

Full coverage insurance, ridin' dirty in a foreign

Sweater CELINE, no, this ain't no Liz Claiborne

My whip damn near equivalent to eighty pints of Akorn

On our side, it's the R side, it's where the pills blew

'Lanta milk and honey, but the money reek of mildew

Cartier starin' at the world through my rearview

Flyin' up the lot, droppin' lines in my clear fluid

These bitches ain't shit, they only loyal to the money

And these niggas no different, I can't fuck with you, homie

Catch me ridin' by my lonely with a cup full of Dom P

Player shit only, smokin' blacks to the Isleys

Way in Medellín, probably where they might find me

Got the Bartell with me, wish a nigga would try me

Throwin' money, drinkin' rum, knockin' hoes at the island

No Toosie, no poosie, well, fuck it, we wildin'

I soo like the Wu, ho, but I ain't from Shaolin

I soo like the Wu, ho, I'll take you to Bompton

Put her on a plane, we ain't do too much talkin'

Take you out the slums to a penthouse apartment

Throw some yeah on the table, have a penthouse party

No neighbors on my floor, ho, I'm penthouse worthy

If I keep her for a week, hell yeah, she'll be workin'

No strippin' or twerkin', advanced with the earnin'

It's P