Two door coup four hundred chips
Jacob watch cost two bricks
Throw another rack if she do a split
I got a bag of mollies know she want to lick
Make a girl kiss a girl, turn this shit into molly world
She geeking off of them drugs, making faces like 
Dont need a compliment cause I know Im the shit
All this ice on me I done froze in this bitch
Look like Im selling dope, nigga stove in this bitch
All this girls want to fuck like gold on my dick
Everywhere I go you know this shit lit
His Rolex ticking that nigga counterfeit
Bitch from the screaming free 
I only blow gas dont fuck with the mid
Diamonds flashing like paparazzi taking pictures
I dont fuck with lames I fuck with real goons killers all my niggas they the realest
Flockaveli 2 on the way I see these pussy niggas catching feelings
It aint personal its just business Im the realest
Come fuck with me lets make millions
Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets