It’s rollin’, ain’t tickin’
I’m takin’ honey, ain’t givin’
If you don’t buy the best, you ain't livin’
Romanee-Conti I’m sippin’
I only wear if it’s fly
The gold shield is sitting outside
Gold Medusa’s rest on my eyes
So you notice when I walk by

Or so I thought
It only makes me smile if it’s bought
The biggest sham to validate who I am
A lovely shell, yet so hollow of a man

From Accord to a GT3
Genuine leather seats
Wrap myself in luxury
But the driver’s still me

Givenchy wool, glass of Brut Millesime
A hair above the ordinary

Michelin stars, Italian cars
McLaren Auto Spider with the drop-top
My heart ain’t full if my wallet’s not
Buttеrfly doors, better than yours
My net worth’s soaring likе my PJ
My heart ain’t full if my wallet’s not
Or so I thought
It only makes me smile if it’s bought
The biggest sham to validate who I am
A lovely shell, yet so hollow of a man

From Accord to a GT3
Genuine leather seats
Wrap myself in luxury
But the driver’s still me
But the driver’s still me