Supreme

I just left the new United States embassy

Somewhere in Georgia, it's a hundred and nine rooms

I saw thirty bitches in thirty rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house

Anytime me and Scott Storch get together, you gotta call us the Illuminati

Whenever you see the G, it represents God and geometry

That's what the stencil's for, I'ma take you deeper though

Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you

Ay, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby, yo

Speedin' in the Ghost, on the phone with jewelers

My new bitch outta D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler

Gotta gather my concentration while countin' my stacks

I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack

On the beach, I'm up and down, women jockin' my ride

Three hundred horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside

False floors for firearms is how you should ride

Tried to murder me while in mine, so that's how I survived

My new deal with Def Jam just set me for life

Warner/Chappell to BMI, I'm just rollin' the dice

Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm ballin' tonight

Just jokin', my sense of humor's like one of a kind

Got them gangsters who on my line who'll blow out your mind

Got them gangsters who on my line that'll blow out your mind

Got them gangsters who on my line that'll blow out your mind

Got them gangsters who on my line that'll blow out your mind, whew

Tell me it's real (Tell me this is real, baby) Uh, dream team

How does it feel? (Fuck it) How does it feel?

Geechi Liberace, I'm rich as a bitch

Charm City boys get a whole city of brick

Through the wire we wettin' ****, set this shit on fire

My bitch smilin' I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Isle

Panamera with Tony Draper, briefcase full of paper

Made a killin' on Martin Luther, James Earl shooter

My ****, we grew apart, they joined a rival gang

Caught 'em slippin', gave them a pass, throw up pistols, survival gang

Next time, boss gotta turn his back on 'em

Lettin' young boys brrrrap on 'em

Facts, never find me with a fake look

Trappin' little babies, bitch, I'm stickin' to the cake book

Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of Ace look

Your chick, homie, hit homie on the Facebook

Damn, she hit homie in the motherfuckin' Facebook

Tell me it's real, I wanna know (She gettin' dizzy lookin' at all this money)

How does it feel? How does it feel? (Stay focused and behave, yeah)

Clean Maybach, but I'm filthy as shit

The partition is for the women, how busy we get

From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linkin' feel

It's all a dream, and never wake me up until it's real

Duffle bags, that's for the homie when they comin' home

He never told and he never used the telephone

He on swole and that **** need a telephone

In a Range Rover, and a real **** got it for him

Ay, ay, you wanna know how does it feel?

Ay, ay, I know that it feels so real

Ay, ay, tell me it's real (I wanna know how it)

I wanna know, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

How does it feel, yeah? How does it feel to be supreme?

You know when you hangin' with billion dollar ****

One of the perks is gettin' to meetin' all of these million dollar bitches

I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag

And spent ten thousand dollars on not her best bag

You underdig that?