The FORCE

Smooth as Luther Vandross down in St. Andros

Shower on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke

Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe

Succulent juices, we sip Petruses and Bordeaux

Never losing my memories of Farmers and old gold

Before Check Out The Melody, his neck was a light show

That's light dough

Always gotta come with the right flow

We like dough

Learned that from Chuck Rich in Alpo, Uptown so

Now we out here running with billy goats, it's natural

Speak game on the seaplane

Now the blue faces matching the deep waves

Shawty took the pics solo, no, no one see things

Now she hopping out the Range Rover in pink Jay's, Louis frames

Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames

If opportunity knock, we bet you'd do the same

Teamwork make the dream work, review the game

We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name

You can claim that your team is cold

Rewind the time, turnin' back into panthers

We eat a goat

Unbelievable, but the goal is achievable

Ya'll ain't the only ones gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too

Speeding through, two-seater coupe

We ain't part Illuminati, we just the realest crew

We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue

You know, I was wondering, you know

The force, it's got a lot of power here

The force, it's got a lot of power here

The force, it's got a lot of power here

The force, it make me feel like

Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin'

Water so clear, you can see the fish pissin'

Convos on the speedboat, just listen

She surfin' for the Birkin and the signature edition

VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission

Now we sky dwellin', rebelling against the system

Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons

Doin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians

Farmers Boulevard, Cullinan double park

Wanna eat with them paper plates, you gotta hustle smart

Someone caught a bullet, they ain't talkin' 'bout the charts

Inspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard

Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a god

Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, buss open a cigar

Over time, her tan lines look like a work of art

Not her hub, but she pop bubbs in hot tubs

And she love to lay on plush rugs for footrubs

So what's up

You feeling the force, we got plugs

Put you on to power, plug you in and light you up, bruh

It take a team to get a chip

Medallion's swinging, money machines in the whip

If you want a bankroll, follow the code, don't slip

You can't get frustrated, king, we don't quit

Getting money is automatic, that's why we drive sticks

If we wasn't doin' this, it'd be ninety-nine bricks

So be glad we on the yacht with the force and doin' some real shit

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