[Intro]
Yeah, break down season, n***a
Huh, huh, huh, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I was ridin' in that Model X, lift the doors up
I just copped another car, here, yeah, the chrome one
It's Lil Bean here, better ask about me, do your homework
I'm that n***a ridin' with a hundred cash and my blower on me
Young n***a want them youngins, plottin', then I'm schemin'
I think I'm Martin, shit, 'cause last night I had a dream
She told me, get a pillow first, the hardwood scrape her knees
You think my n***as Wu-Tang, we just want the cream

[Verse]
It's Lil Bean, I'ma server six-co, I ain't nothin'
They try to tell me it's a cold world, watch me heat up
See this ice on my arm, I just got a freezer
You would think he had some Sub-Zero's how he freeze up
I can see you n***as hatin' on me through the peephole
I'm like Haslam, I'ma ball, I can't leave my heat though
I told brodie you wanna take somethin', you gotta reach more
In that booth, I be paintin' pictures, Mona Lisa
I got on Ricks when I'm with Rick, bro say I do the most
Lil' Sase, I'm bein' nice, we'll step on n***as' throats
I got Marni on Marni, shit, that's all I know
They tell you what they finna do, but don't see no results
As a jeweler, buyin' diamonds, put it on my left hand
If they want us for a show, then it come with FNs
Young n***a buyin' chops, I call that investments
Be prepared 'cause you never know when she get hectic, yeah
Uh, trenches, I love y'all
I can't be around the hate too long, that shit might rub off
I just bought my bitch some Louis boots, they take them Uggs off
I can tell when lil' brodie hit, he got that plug walk
Brother tryna drop the whole four, that's that motto
Bad bitch got a slim waist, I think she dumb raw
Everything I do is for the fam', don't wanna bug y'all
Know some n***as beefin' on the 'net, don't let they gun on
[Chorus]
I was ridin' in that Model X, lift the doors up
I just copped another car, here, yeah, the chrome one
It's Lil Bean here, better ask about me, do your homework
I'm that n***a ridin' with a hundred cash and my blower on me
Young n***a want them youngins, plottin', then I'm schemin'
I think I'm Martin, shit, 'cause last night I had a dream
She told me, get a pillow first, the hardwood scrape her knees
You think my n***as Wu-Tang, we just want the cream