Its like an itch you cant scratch
Its like a bitch you cant shake
I still wanna

Sleeping with the finest the thread count is bindless
Security blanket of cocaine I am Linus
In this climate Im Kareem Burke tied in
The Roc silent partner I aint throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling collars up bottles up
Sparkles to the table got em feeling like hes Merlin
Whirlwind powder makes your world spin
Learn from OGs Alfa Romeos and Sterlings
Updated that upgraded that
Suffocation blue in the insides potato sack
Yeah talk money shit Im made of that
Cocaine parties like the seventies I cater that
You know what fame is? Sitting with the woman
Of your dreams and forgetting what her name is
You know what pain is? Flushing two bricks
And tryna have a nigga strain it out the drainage

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See my face on the news and it aint Tivo
I still wanna sell kilos
Its like Im throwing rocks at the pen begging for the Rico
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fish scale like Im tryna find Nemo
I still wanna sell kilos
Thats what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like you Tito
I still wanna sell kilos

Grew up watching momma car repoed
A little nigga staring through the peep hole
How you think I felt knowing daddy wasnt there

Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it how you live always echoed in the streets
When we talking business talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations through my OnStar
Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of Is
Dice game chatter better bring your stash out
Red velor Im in the white glass house
Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale
City of dope where real niggas sell yay
Everyday a nigga dies and we cant ask why
Show em all love the bitches f*cked on the side
Tony Montana tailor made suits in the church
Rolls Royce Corniche trunk full of work

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Testarossa top models G fours
Gucci pass the crease off everything I climb in I win
Richard Mille Tourbillon remarkable timing
Black label everything logos in the lining
Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head
Powder falls smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rose bottles pour for the champions
Youd think it was a Grammy win celebration spills
Through the morning like an Ambien bitches love my ambiance
Chain swinging ticker taping like its Mardi Gras
Thousand niggas deep never needed body guards
Thousand keys that Im about to do Pilates on
Where the kings crowned like the grill a Maseratis on
Candy coated parked doors ajar on a stripper
Blew a fuse and caught a body on cocaine storaging
Liva living dreams yall DeLoreans pouring in

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