[Intro: 2 Eleven]
Yeah, million-dollar game spitter
You know the price stay goin' up
Recession-proof, n***a
Ten different incomes, you know what I'm sayin'?
We don't feel none of that shit
I stay grinding though

[Verse 1: 2 Eleven]
Been around the world twice, running up this mileage
I been putting this shit on, I ain't never need no stylist
She just tryna win, heard that pussy got some mileage
I'm diggin' in the game, tryna see where I could profit
Went from trappin' out the projects to n***as droppin' projects
How your watch worth a buck without no diamonds?
Yeah, I rap the new dope game and we uppin' all the prices
'Cause the fеds using lyrics for indictments (Uh)
Ain't no pressure, I know what I signеd up for
And everything that come with it, I know these n***as cutthroat
When you self-made, they gon' hate you with the utmost
And playing both sides, watch, n***as gon' end up smoked
'Bron James how I'm busting these plates
And doors on the Rolls truck open opposite ways
For a name, she'll go opposite ways
And 'round here, a day in the life might get you life in a day
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Cs in the Bentayga, they red in a douche rag
They say you a douchebag, the patty cake blue in his new flag
He hid two in the broom closet, just fronted out two slabs
(Two-step the blow) But my wrist doin' the Schoolcraft
This ain't Crowley's, you can't style me, no, we can't polly
And [?] you know I'm heavy on the State Mile
My chain 'git, I'm driving with my knee twistin' up the tree
Working three phones while I'm lane-switching
We serving Js up 'til thirty in the morning
Full-coverage insurance, ridin' dirty in a foreign
Sweaters and lean, nah, this ain't no Liz Claiborne
My whip damn near equivalent to eighty pints of acorn
On our side, it's the [hard side?], this where the pills blue
Land of milk and honey but the money reek of mildew
Cartier-starin' at the world through my rearview
Flyin' up the Lodge, dropping lines in my clear fruit

[Verse 3: Jay Worthy]
These bitches ain't shit, they only loyal to the money
And these n***as no different, I can't fuck with you, homie
Catch me riding by my lonely with a cup full of Dom P
Play this shit only, smoke and blast 'til the eyes itch
We in Medellín, probably where they might find me
Got the bartel with me, wish a n***a would try me
Throwing money, drink and rum, knockin' hoes at the island
No Toosi, no poosi, well fuck it, we wildin'
I suu the the woo, ho, but I ain't from Charlotte
I suu like the woo, ho, I'll take you to Bompton
Put her on a plane, we ain't do too much talkin'
Take you out the slums to a penthouse 'partment
Throw some yay on the table, have a penthouse table
No neighbors on my floor, ho, I'm penthouse-worthy
If I kick for a week, hell yeah, she'll be working
No stripper, no twerking, advanced with the earnin'
It's P