nine divines

We gon' slide with that Glock on my side

I'm just talking making money like messiahs do

That money my assignment

I don't shop at no consignment

I don't walk, man I fly

Love running up that money since birth, til' I die

Not on Earth, man I'm up

I'm not Eric, man I'm Wretch

And I stand on turning heads

And my pockets lifting weights

Yeah my pockets they got heavy

Get the fuck up out my face

Got more bread than a bakery

And my baby, give her a taste

Hit it from the front and put her legs up in the air

When we fuck, make love, put that nut in her hair

And the leather the Moncler match the seats of this car

Think I pray the nine divines, with these stars they above

We gon' slide with that Glock on my side

I'm just talking making money like messiahs do

That money my assignment

I don't shop at no consignment

I don't walk, man I fly

Love running up that money since birth, til' I