[Intro]
(-Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]
One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it (No)
Two thousand for my pants 'cause they pocket watchin' (Yeah)
We don’t leave the land unless I got a deposit (Yeah)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause the streets is plottin' (Ooh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more, they waitin' on my projects (Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard, look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'

[Verse 1]
Start the continental, this a Mulsanne
Black on black, new 'Ventador, like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)
This shit ain't a movie, but I'm true to the game (I'm true to the game)
Disrespect my crew and we gon' shoot like Dwayne (Slatt)
See me comin' through, lil' n***a, move out the way (Move out the way)
Don’t try to rob me in a 'Rari, we done blew up your face (Blew up your face)
I'm at the [?] in the 'Rari, 'bout to chill in Palace (Chill in Palace)
I’m thinkin' positive, I can't let the negative fuck up my day (Fuck up my day)

[Chorus]
One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it (No)
Two thousand for my pants 'cause they pocket watchin' (Racks)
We don’t leave the land unless I got a deposit (Ooh)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause the streets is plottin' (Ooh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more, they waitin' on my projects (Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard, look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin' (Havin' me clutchin')
[Verse 2]
Bet you ain’t remember you said I would be nothin' (Uh)
I told you I’d make millions and you thought I was bluffin'
I’m at the Waldorf in Beverly Hills poppin' some bubbly
I was lyin' off, ain’t popped a pill, now I’m back up to somethin'
Cop a crib, I’ma stay in LA for the summer
The way she give me head make me wanna pay for her bundles
I’m gon' protect this bread, n***as’ll try to make our shit crumble
Trust me, if I want you dead I got dogs who gon' do the honors (Uh)

[Chorus]
One inside they head, I ain't got to cock it (No)
Two thousand for my pants 'cause they pocket watchin' (Yeah)
We don’t leave the land unless I got a deposit (Yeah)
Strapped up with my mans 'cause the streets is plottin' (Ooh)
I hopped up out the Porsche and jumped straight in the 'Rarri (Skrrt)
Got two-three million fans or more, they waitin' on my projects (Waitin' on my projects)
This a cool thirty bands in Goyard, look at my luggage (No cap)
Don’t get too big, these strangers walkin' up, havin' me clutchin'