Hi, you guys, bet ready with me
Me and bae wanted to dress alike
So Ben Da Barber pulled up
That’s my stylist, our day kind of went like this
Baby, we driving today?
Porsche
Money really make me feel like I could be somebody
I’ma pull up in that
Vyoom, beaucoup free surrounding
Huh, I’m a plug, who am I to lie? You heard me? Ayy
What up? Huh, cut up, huh, R.I.P. to Mozzy
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout no paper, just took bae to see the Lakers
I’m swaggered down, I’m fresh, I’m turnt up, I know you stimulated
Know your past relationships was uh-uh, now you with a gangster
You been helpin’ me heal, I wanna tell you thank you
We tell each other everything, no manipulation
Okay, I’m back, I’m in that hmm
My milli’, oh, feelin’ my taper
Exotic cars outside, new bread, wanna run a dick on location
Past the Cartier cases, my aura packin’ out stadiums
Better let your chick in the room, mami, and I permeate with my fragrance (Ooh, huh, Eli, leave that)
Patch me in
I just lit the sage, did twenty push-ups, you could believe that (Cashin’ in)
I just wanna take this time out and say like
Like I used to dream about bein’ in the studio with my hat backwards
With a mouth full of diamonds and shit
You know when I was in jail like
And I’m that nigga I always wanted to be right now, you heard me?
A milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh
A milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh
A milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh, a milli’, oh
Hundred million dollars
Breadwinner business
Hundred million dollars
Breadwinner business (What up?)
Hundred million dollars
Breadwinner business
Hundred million dollars
Breadwinner business
Hundred million dollars
Hundred million dollars
Ayy, Jeff, I love the way you stand on it, you heard me? (Hundred million dollars)
Jeff Perry, you heard me? Hell of a gangster
You know they love it, though, I’m talkin’ ’bout swag
Bitch, I’m a boss in the streets, I make it safe for unsafe
For some people to be crossin’ the street (Hundred million dollars)
I was lost in the streets, I found my way
Left sauce in the streets when I pound my cake
I’m still around today, I admit, I’m surprised
I should have been dead with all of the dirty guys
I lived through some killings (I did), I made it through the storm (I did)
Went runnin’ around, that new ‘Rari is gon’ perform (Woo)
These Tokyo diamonds, bling-bling-blaow, blind you, you look too long
And my phone, it be ring-ring-ringin’ loud in case you been misinformed (Hello?)
Got a bunch of loose cannons and they all agreein’ with me
Agreein’ with me, I really can’t do no wrong
Respect a nigga posture, you talkin’, you watch your tone
Put your thinkin’ cap on, I really can’t do no wrong
Hmm, I really can’t do no wrong
Hmm
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