[Intro]
Conductor, we have a problem
C-C, bonjour

[Verse 1]
Now we out in France eatin' french toast
Belstaff trench coat (Uh-huh)
Pedal to the floor, whore, the AMG Benz float (Skrrt)
Cartier lenses, Dior on my ten toes
From the dirt, I rose, plenty M’s is the end goal
I made eighths whole, turned holes to a money roll
Doubled dough, the hustle left the cuddies with a runny nose
I dealt with buyers and suppliers
Seen the powder turn into a solid
With thе Pyrex on the fire
Been thе flyest, ghetto Mya's on my dick
Like I'm Brent Faiyaz (Haha)
She masturbate to my flyers, she admire
The Devil can’t stand inside the eye of the Messiah (Nah)
Keep 'em in a hole, they never rise higher
Finessin' you was the goal
You sold your soul to the pied piper (Stupid)
Shit I touch turn to gold, I'm a prime-time rhyme writer
Out for the profit, got brolic pockets (Uh-huh)
Fully invested in the product and the process
You not this (Nah), fly obnoxious
To the top, rose a couple notches
King like Nas in '96, you're novice
Your drops'll never be hot as my shit (You n***as trash)
Elevated from gettin' my re-up outta mailboxes
Plenty hand-to-hand sales, now I’m globetrottin’
Designer clothes to the toes, so the hoes watchin' (Uh-huh)
Take a flick, it’ll last longer
Keep your eyes on your own paper like class
From where they blast on ya (Boom, boom)
[Chorus]
I had to find a way (Uh-huh)
For you bum-ass n***as convo
Ain't got the time of day (Never)
The money comin' fast
Pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)
I had to find a way (I did)
For you bum-ass n***as convo
Ain’t got the time of day (Never)
The money comin' fast
Pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
I'm out to touch plaques that say "platinum plus" (Uh-huh)
Your favorite rapper's a pack, I roll 'em up and puff
Do you dirty like John Cuff (Uh)
I come from a line of hustlers that probably sold your mom stuff (Haha)
Little powder, pebble for a fifty (What else?)
Pill for a dub, now my face on Channel 60 (Haha)
Left the game, ain't looked back, don't care if it miss me (Fuck)
Millions in my future, servin' fiends in my history
Fuck you n***as on the scene, your CD a frisbee
You and your sneakers on lean, watch me style in misery
Ain't no one fuckin' with me over Conductor shit (Nah)
We globally gettin' duckets while you stuck on a sunken ship
[Outro]
Way down in the jungle deep
The badass lions stepped on the signifying monkeys