Oprah & Gayle

Collegrove

Checker board luggage, Ramen in the cupboard

I left Art Basel with a sculpture

You listenin' to the lyrical nunchuck, chuckle at dumbfucks

Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough

I kept my lawn cut, it's felon conduct

I got my arm out the window of a armed truck

It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up

On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger

Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it

Bank got a roll in it

The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it

The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it

Now that's deep, I just dove in it

The closet came with garage doors

The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores

I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it

I'm so fly, I looked at her, and said, "Get on board"

It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix with the M's on my mind, in Maui takin' pics

Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this

I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs

What you expect from a kid that grew up with his stomach touchin' his rib? Echos comin' from out the fridge

Now papa was a rollin' stone, I thought you knew that

Don't smoke no cig, but I'll shoot that, true fact

Nah mean?

My lighter Saint Laurent

Yeah, that's Saint Laurent fire

You gotta hold your hand mid air when you do a verse like this, yeah

Uh, hoppin' out a slide out, runnin' through a walkthrough

Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes

Tall money, short fuse, long money, long oohs

Champagne Papi part two, she my cork screw

Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom

Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em

I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em

Gimme the Nikes, let me add some Comme des Garçon to 'em

Stunt man, versus in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad

Chopper make 'em do the Kriss Kross or make 'em jump dance

Lump sums, want bands

What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman, fuck that, Jordan meme

I'ma sip some lean, get a Ting and go quarantine

I'ma get some bling, let it bling like some Oil Sheen

I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on the queen

And I keep all the chin check stubs I redeem

This our team, my regime, I'm higher bein'

Purple smoke, fire green, sweet and sour cream, peakin' higher, now we towerin'

Peak position, give my people power, now we power fiends

It's addiction, feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring

You swing, you missin', critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition

I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that, but who is itchin' Teamsters?

The union did it, Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion

It's some Teamster shit

This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo

I got "stoner-virus", baby

Her right there, she got "Patron-a-virus", mmm-hmm

And her over there, she ain't let me fuck, so now she got "loner-virus", alright

Aye, stop leasin', ****

Gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me

Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart, drug traffickin', we was sharks

I had to chase the paper down till we trapped the money in vaults, kinda crazy

My last bid was the shortest, but she ain't wait for me

Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully

For paper, you know we grind, place a wager and you'll be fine

I put my fork down, now every major want me to sign

Left the hood for Hollywood, it wasn't worth bein' famous

But every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer

I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion

It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair an lashes

Love I'd inherited, music was both of my parents' passion

My name come up when you talkin' dope or comparin' classics

Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look

They want my spot, but tryna skip every step I took, I wish them the best of luck

I asked a question, and he gave me an answer

That still left the **** confused like Brady in Tampa

Back home, I'm one of the narcos, semi autos

Dodge fans like New York City potholes, yeah

The OG's think that it's funny, money made me more hungry, 'cause majority wait till they chubby and then get comfy, nah

You get that first taste, then you learn to appreciate all the risks you gotta take to turn a Ford to a Wraith

I'm checkin' in on my hood, like, "I hope all is well"

I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle

You get a Rollie

You get a Rollie

You get a Rollie

You get a Rollie

Everybody gets a Rollie

You get a Rollie

You get a Rollie

You get a Rollie too

Everybody gets a Rollie