[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce
Block 30 sweep it with the broom
Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 1]
And they Rick, I could never go [?]
Run it up, then I upgrade my bezel
They hate in the street, gotta keep heavy mеtal
Bumblebee head cake, yеah, black and yellow
Hood Baby, he teaching these n***as to ball
Spaceship, yeah, I don't know where to land
Yeah, I'm too tired don't know where to fall
Down on my dick, and didn't nobody call
I gotta talk to em to work on the go
Boy, it's still fuck you and long live the pope
I had to manifest, money got low
Way that I pop you, you wouldn't know I was broke
Thotty got it, took them hoes to the land
I'mma get tucked in this bitch every chance
N***as don't like me, cause most of them fans (Top Chef)
I'm a big brother so watch me play with bands
She just want link with her boyfriend (Type shit)
I just want link with my girlfriend
She gave me head in a Cullinan
Double [?]
I fixed up my teeth with some pearl (Pope Livin')
I live this shit for a purpose (Pope Livin')
Harmin' me, get you burned (Pope Livin')
Lotta millions [?]
[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist (Top Chef)
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and Prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup (Type shit)
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce
Block 30 sweep it with the broom
Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 2]
Stick gon' fit and I'm walking
Yak in the cell, poppin' beans like in Boston
I'm tryna win I took too many losses
R.I.P Virgil, Off-White when I'm golfin'
I swim in that water jump out like a dolphin
My mama raised kings, I'm one of them bosses
This shit independent, didn't come with an offer
Yeah, for the millions, only way I'm talking (Hood Baby)
I knew these n***as gon' tell (Top chef)
I can't even look at them, they know they fell
How the fuck y'all tryna sit down a player?
Just know Lil' Jeff gon' be a beast outta jail
L.A. My bible on stones (Free Thugger)
In Skyami, we don't talk on no phones (And Yak)
And Houston shit got on no throne (Hood Baby)
In New York we got pokes and [?]
Till a hundred years we're headed home
These bitches know what it is
These n***as know what we on
My money long like the Jones (Styling)
60k on my neck, yeah, my brother on ice (Long live Pope)
One thing I know for sure, he proud, I'm living my life
[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a Patek on my wrist
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a ranch, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like it's Spelman, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got her lose, Saint Laurent stones and Prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh (Type shit)
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup (Type shit)
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking, cousin need a deuce
Block 30 sweep it with the broom (Yeah)
Dr Martin's walking on the moon