Amsterdam

(Got get away) Maybach shit

Kim was in there sellin', Selena on my arm (Get away from here)

We get ghosts

(I gotta get away) You already know what it is

(Get away from here) Money stuffed in my bag

Maybach shit

Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us

Refugees runnin' wild, Wyclef with a Sig Sauer

Nothin' to lose, I was starvin' from the start

Now the same cat drive in Jaguars

Open fire when you see me yell out and make 'em whisper

The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November

Keys to the city, got killers who slither with me

Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty

Billionaire bid, wrists on chill

Standin' in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil

These boys goin' blind they just happy bein' free

In a world of so many, I just wanted me a key

Sheesh, I just want me a piece

Slice of cheesecake before my **** all decease

These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sippin' wine

Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind

I'm Barry Gordy to the streets

With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast

I wanna be there when each one of my kids born

Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on

Real **** to the day that I'm deceased

Even then I pray I'm livin' through the beats

Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks

Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick

Always runnin' late, quick to show up with your bitch

The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish

All stainless steel,  quick to match it with my tool and

Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit

Red or blue, do you as long you gettin' rich

Crack game, champaign, kilos on the stock exchange

Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a **** pocket change

The **** actin' like they want a war

When they come to whackin' ****, I done won awards

****, you a bitch, where yo' Honda Accord?

I'm ridin' in some shit that only I can afford

Shouldn't claim the hood till you build a report

Amsterdam state of mind, I just gave you a tour

I'm laughin' at the people who label me por

No I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was porn

I'm Barry Gordy to the streets

With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast

I wanna be there when each one of my kids born

Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on

Real **** to the day that I'm deceased

Even then I pray I'm livin' through the beats

Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks

Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

I'm speakin' on unwritten laws

Code of the streets

I'm not the type of **** that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull a pistol on him

And fo what the fuck you want to do

**** like me, you gotta get permission homie

And that could take a long time

In that time, I'ma handle my motherfuckin' business

Rugh

Rugh

It's the red light district, **** this Amsterdam

Wherever the fuck I'm at

It's a no go

We greenlight you bitch ****

Rozay