[Intro]
That's it, right there?
That wasn't it, right there, right?
I see it

[Verse]
Huh
She wrapped up in my bed sheets
I'm on the laptop, overlooking the spreadsheets
We got the spread beat
They woke you out your sleep
Your guns was out of reach
Your funds are now delete
This shit not for the weak
Will you rebuild or retreat?
I know which ones are we
Which one will you be?
I'm in that SEC 560, they with Recaro seats
The disc changer shuffling through twelve CDs
My n***a, please
Vintage AMGs, my n***a Vic shipped me the keys
The feds ears was burning, swear they just couldn't believe
To their surprise
Shipping crate, vintage ride
Suckers thought they found the pies
Let me dub it
[Outro: Alice in Wonderland]
It seems that time flows much-much too fa—