(Kid)
Money comin' in and my pockets looking gorgeous, ayy, ayy, ayy
Pull up in that car that you niggas can't afford it, ayy, ayy, ayy
Told my mama that I'ma finna get a spot up on the Forbes list, ayy, ayy, ayy, huh
Fresh to death, Margiela on me, you know you can't ignore it, ayy, ayy
Foreign bitch in the mirror, you know she looking super gorgeous
Hit the 'Rari, then I floor it
Only fuck her if she gorgeous
Pockets, they enormous
I was born on a spaceship
Pull up on 'em with that choppa and erase him
Eatin' good, I don't need a reservation
Shakin' shit up, bitch, I'm feelin' like a Haitian
I remember servin' work up in my basement
Sorry mama, but I had it in my basement
Gotta keep the lights on, huh, candle lights off
Fuck her with the lights off, huh, that's what I'm on
Spray 'em just like Lysol, that's on gang, dawg
Any nigga want beef? I got steak sauce