Letras
P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 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 60-day stars and 20-year thousand-aires
Not enough shoppin', whole lot of browsin'-aires
My reinvention, I know you thinkin' how's it fair
You stream kings but you 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 niggas, you hear me loud and clear
Get these fifty-five-hundred-to-host-a-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 falconaire
Willy Falcon, trunk full of talcum here
Shotgun wit' ya ex, feels like Malcolm's near
Send a hit though a text, ain't no shoutin' here
Bypass M.I.A., too much crowd in there
I spent summers wit' connects, love that mountain air
P.O.V., kilos in my Maybach
Take Amtrak down south then she flies back
My connect has ponytails tied back
I just hit 6 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
F40, 3 milly, I peel off like an orange
I got deaf and blind bitches trying to see what it do
Little feature niggas threaten to sue
Tell your lawyer to set the fee
LaFerrari doors open up like it's therapy
That number ain't bread to me
That million is crumbs, you niggas is bums
I'm not a tough guy, I'm a Flower Boy, them bees get you stung
Oh, nah, nah, nah, yeah, they will buzz for me