Letras
Yeah, lift the I8 doors up
Baddest bitches on the tour bus
Hit the bank and withdraw somethin'
Engineer hit the record button
Life, I'm not at all frontin
Like, I seen it all cousin
Flights in first class cabins
Pinot Noir chats wit the captain
See, when you do world class rapping
The wildest shit happens
Carpets get rolled out, cameras get to flashing
Boxes get mailed out, you in the latest fashion
New jeans to put cash in
Tops get dropped, seatbelts get fastened
Top in the drop, seatbelt unfastened
Drop by the spot no lines, just dappin'
Fake pat downs they just let you bring the gat in
Take a Look around this all us
You hear them Lamborghinis warm up?
Shit they wouldn't let me in the door, so I made music y'all adore now I'm lifting all my doors up
Uh, y'all niggas know I don't talk much
Shit let me get shit off bruh
I grew up pouring Henny 'cause my boys gone
Feels good spilling Henny near my Koi pond
Boy I had boy on them blocks that you boys on
I was making noise on that strip, with a toy on my hip
That a flip everybody if the points wrong a bit on my coins, now look my Bitcoin long
Yeah, no more running from these cop cars
We just run it up then go and cop cars
The hand I was dealt was appalling
Nowadays my hand lookin' all in