[Verse 1: Fendi P]
I'm on a mission, money mission, that paper piling
Red [?] hundred miles per hour
My mind racing, [?] so close to [?]
I blaze a 50 to the face, then proceeds to kill it
My dope [?] my stones the clearest, your bitch is curious
[?] you n***as really [?]
[?] is different
Powdered her nose, then [?] before she sniffed it
I'm just amazed, don't judge, 'cause we all got addictions
Swimming in dollars, with bitches that's into skinny dipping
Let's be spesific, [?] intermition
[?] motherfucker, you trippin
Like I ain't [?] fly shit I be kicking
I'm verbal ammo with a pen, an automatic wеapon
Holding the cannon, a loose cannon, I blao blao
[?] slammer

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
7 car garagе, all protection, all perfection, I'm a star
I'm a dog, fresh from the groomer
Smelling like success in a pair of [?]
[?] sweats, act as if I'm dressed [?]
[?] I demand respect
Clothes, deals, [?] from executives [?]
Papered up, bosses in my offaces [?] jet
All of this [?]
When [?] I want y check
From the beginning I clamed my set
Would be in it, still continue to rep
Though some thought I was finished
Na homie, I was just chilling
Buying the building
Putting expencive furnercher all up in it
Gotta keep replacing the couch though
[?]
6 episodes of Miami Vice
I'm layed up [?]
Hundred foot drug dealer, that'll be the next mission
Instagram when I get it
Your bitch loving my pictures
And you keep getting mad at me
When you should be trying to go and get it