Letras
When I say, "Any Means Possible," it's not just a motto
It's more of a lifestyle (hold up)
First and foremost, let me thank God for all of these blessings (hold up)
On the first of October, the doctor pulled me out my mama
Even my diapers designer
Caviar all on my bibs
Pop a liquor, look at all our comments
On the top of the world with my partners
New York
We just left the mansion, into the fuckin' penthouse
It got a helipad on that bitch (no, it don't), on the top of it
Yes, it did (no, it doesn't)
Yes, it did, yes, it did (no, it didn't)
Yes, it did, bitch
Ayy
See for real, I be out the way
Ayy, AMP been ballin', yeah, that bag hit like a heavyweight
Told her bring her friends to the top floor, we gon' celebrate
My circle on fire like hula-hoops at the circus
And the crazy thing is that we ain't scratch the surface
It sound like my accountant askin' me what the fuck did I purchase?
I met this girl before the come-up, could've sworn she was perfect
Her heart was colder than an Elliante neck piece
Switch her hair every day, feel like I'm fuckin' on a different woman
Then she gave me distance, so I started fuckin' on different women
The thing I hate the most is niggas tryna put fear in me
(I don't fear you, nigga)
Oh, you got the gang outside? (I don't fear them niggas)
Big G-O-D (I fear that, ho)
My account get low, my accent's gone
I still put it on like fashion show
She want love and affection, probably won't see her in my future
I'm manifestin' countin' them commas, they manifestin' Kama Sutra, ha
Go, go (pfft), go
Nah, niggas tryna blow my shine like a solar eclipse
When I started makin' money, everybody hates Chris
You steady typin', tiptoein' 'round my name, you ain't make shit
I heard you was up in the pandemic, ain't have pape' since
I could use my left hand, I could use my right wrist
Kick my feet up like a Tarantino movie
I feel like Kill Bill, all my exes tryna pursue me