Boiler Room (feat. Benny the Butcher)

Yeah, ah, let's go

You know how we do this shit?

You gotta be a smooth **** for this, you gotta be tough

Same thing for everybody

So y'all like to spend y'all last on clothes

Still brag on hoes while I'm stacking

Keeping all the back doors closed

Feeling like Nas and Belly

Because I'm going back to Africa (we're coming back)

Playing some music that I can count backward to

Truth is your favorite rapper got it off the avenue

I chased your king in a corner like a castle move

In your city pocket

I'm in every ghetto lit up

She gonna leave with a BSF tat if you don't get her

I like the hoes that smart

I like ones that pick winners

Take her with me when these rich folks invite me out to dinner

You know the game ain't right

If that change ain't right

They know my pay rate nice

I get them same day flights

You know my taste, Blake Weitz

Real ones, every day

That's 30k a month, ****

That's 3K, play nice

Bright lights of this cold game will give you stage fright

Some **** pay they dues

I feel like I paid twice, butch

You think I'm joking? I'm not joking

I am a millionaire

It's a weird thing to hear, right?

Tell you, it's a weird thing to say

I am a fucking millionaire

Lucky for me

I happen to be very fucking good at my job right behind me

Now, y'all look money hungry, and that's good

Anybody who tells you money's the root of all evil

Doesn't fucking have any

They say money can't buy happiness

Look at that fucking smile on my face

What do you say when you said it all before?

**** say it's up, well I say it's on the floor

The allure of this life shit, we lived it all before

Matter of fact, still living it

They say we was killers, son we still killing shit

Whole crew and throbes and koofies, still militant

When you speak the truth, **** feel the shit

That's why every word got a bullet behind it

These jewels run deep, gotta dig to find it

This machine 250, the will I sit behind it

No more fast food eating, we Don Cipriani

Me and Shorty like Susie and Tommy

Keep the strike on me, host it like Little Yachty

New Pharrell Louie on my body, undefeated in three leagues

Don't ever think of tryin' me, that's how this shit go

If this game a jackpot, that's what we here for

Put the knife to neck, then we slit throat

You want details? Bye

I drive a Ferrari

I have a ridiculous house

I have every toy you can possibly imagine

And best of all, kids, I am liquid

So, now you know what's possible