Letras
Omari M'$
Got Thommy Propane with me
Parmesan and Provolone
Right now I'm on my Corleone
Niggas on they Karl Malone
Hundred raps up on my phone
Marijuana getting grown
Trying to leave these hoes alone
Fuck it, now I'm in my zone
I hit the booth, it feel like home
Think my Heart is made of Chrome
Niggas better watch your tone
I copped as it became from Tone
Apple pay right off the phone
No receipts when we shopping, nigga
Call me South Beach Don
When I'm sliding down on Collins, nigga
Leave the city, hit a island, nigga
Yo, word to Nick, I'm really Wildin' nigga
No, I Ben Wallace bitches when they cross the line
Got the chick a new watch it's like I bought her time
When they see gold bottles, bet I'm crossing minds
Money, power, and respect need it all combined
Need it all combined
Money, power, and respect need it all combined
When these niggas talking crazy, time to draw the line
I been taking care of business thought you saw the signs
You better fall in line
Got some women on my dick but I been on my grind
It's nothing new I do this all the time
It's nothing new we do this-
She left her ex man, I'm Magneto stand and shoot these free throws
Cross that water, bitch, I'm Nemo Plus we ball, no chemo, Papi
Said I talk too fast, I slow down, we got lost in kilos Aki
Said I'm way too nice to niggas I should raise my price on niggas
Action cut the lights on niggas London said I'm Keisha Secret
Head up high, I'm undefeated She can lean on me, I'm Morgan Freeman
She was in Turks trying to find a Husband
I roll Terps in a black suburban
She came flawless, the cat's perfect Was up dog, now we back hurting
Parm and provolone, I saved him he couldn't hold his own
I get knocked then folks watch the babies
Folks gon' hold the phones, we securest
I get fly for seasons hide my genius, never need a Urus