[Verse 1]
Showing cups with Zambuca splashes, Gucci glasses
Never flicking ashes, Renaissance man with rugged rites of passage
Multi-thousand dollar touchdowns after catching passes
Creamin' in snatches, fucking bitches with the pretty lashes
Collecting compliments could carry continents like Atlas
The rest will fall but the symbol on my fitted's backwards
Staring in the mirror seeing life a little clearer
Most n***as held the wheel but never really been a steerer
Salmon searer, fly out fit for peerer
Just cause you talkin' tough don't nobody fuckin' fear ya
Defense mechanisms used by the shaken
Vagina hearted n***as who should get their shit taken
Need to beat it, confidence son, never conceited
Cause hubris leaves humans slumped over when they seated
Defeated busted wide with they shit bloody
Sneakers coincide with the colors of my rugby

[Hook]
Get that money black
Word up
Get that money black
Naw mean
Get that money black
No doubt
Get that money black x4

[Verse 2]
Purchase a sneaker worn by Jordan just to end my boredom
Never with hesitation, copping kicks is recreation
Oakley and Mason hustle like me and my brother Jason
Don't get it twisted kid, we live it son, I'll kick your face in
Throw off creation every time my people bombed a nation
Not gettin' head after a date is an abomination
Step on my money and you standing with my llama facing
N***as is unknown and now they grown so they drama chasing
Most of 'em they lie so now they looking for a reputation
Your train of thought is what I taught, mental insemination
My sneaker game is cancerous, I need my medication
Chemotherapy for kicks, bring me a reservation
Rock 'em and scuff 'em motherfucker cause I just replace 'em
Been doing this, my lifestyle's reflected by the way I lace 'em
Mr. Five Pair at a Time, they love me on the Ave
Polo-ed down, first night bitches love the style

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
?Tariq? a picture like my squad's the illest
I don't care about fakes and snakes as long as real n***as feel this
Apes, gorillas, yeah that's my demographic
I keep my music like my dress code, it's forever classic
Wu-Tang shit in my whip, I know you hear me blasting
Either that or M.O.P. maybe some Kool G
We birth hustles over here you couldn't fool me
My n***as 730, juxing like they Cool C
It's the glamorous life, hammers and knifes
Ravage your wifes, habits for ice, Polos with Nikes forever
Leather down uptown quite frequently
If we don't go back for ten joints don't even speak to me
Disrespected ock, my Glock going pop
Crossover record anytime you hear a shot
By the time the song's over you'll be feeling hot
The illest thing that am is what you n***as not

[Hook]