[Intro]
Ooh-wee
New Sauce City, n***a

[Verse]
Balenciaga double cups, Louis headphones
My daily drip is in a whole different timezone
Walking around these concerts, I see so many rhinestones
Seen so many of these rappers on these festivals with no home
How you rockin' major shows, but wearin' rented clothes?
Callin' Ubers up outside every session of a studio
Get that new advance, you shinin' bright like a new movie role
But once you don't recoup and quarters pass, your career on hold
And that was what you didn't read in bold
But you didn't know 'cause you was ready to sell your soul
Pack your bags and hit the road, smoke some weed, fuck some hoes
Getting lost in your image, now you're sniffing coke, pierced your nose
Funny thing is, that wasn't how it was 'posed to go
But you just a young artist, how you supposed to know?
He was looking for inspiration and somewhere to glow
Not knowing that music business really dark, it's cold
As you ought to know
Not on your business in this game, you will get caught to know
Shot down, arsenal
Or be an old rapper, broke
Either way, n***a, you will leave this game a joke
Leave this game a joke
Louis V cross trainers, rearranging coat
I bought a house in Miami and exchanged the boat
Y'all better start bangin' money how y'all bangin' smoke
[Outro]
Huh, ooh-wee
N***a, bang money how you bangin' smoke
And a lot of y'all n***as ain't even got smoke in your throat
Pussy