[Intro]
Check
I ain’t never been to Cuba before
But I got two around my neck
Somethin’ slight though
Check, aye aye aye, aye aye
Mane
Dang
Check
Yea
Aye aye aye, aye aye

[Verse 1]
Black ASC, stock Recaro seats
Now every time she see the ragtop she think of me (goddamn)
Park it right next to the 'Vette for no reason
Let her stay the night then dropped the bitch at Four Seasons (numbers)
Every time I drop a new tape I cop new pieces (yeah)
I don’t even gotta do a show, I’m still eating
I don’t need shit from a bitch, but still keep it
The beat make me wanna cop a rope and two beepers
Quarter mil' spent on a whip and still feastin’
Show my young n***as in the hood that they can get it
I’m hittin’ 150 down Bob Speedway
Race the M6 on my way to John Daly
I’ve been shopping at Trader Joe’s crazy lately
Cleaning my Rolex watching movies from the 80’s
I ain’t rode my bike in a month, I’ve been craving
Calculating every fucking cent I’ve been saving
[Interlude]
Man, Recaro Seats n***a
These muhfuckin’ heated
Something slight, n***a
Numbers

[Verse 2]
Getaway whip, got it parked in Emeryville
Five dollar white tee but I’m worth a mil'
It’s magic, roof disappear, Copperfield
I’m sitting on my couch, negotiating deals
It’s money overseas, that’s something that I need
She’s been tryna give me that since 2015 (off-top)
Life of a Mack, thousand dollar lamps
If it make sense n***a, go on and get the cash
Gotta have a plan, take care the fam
Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down
Anything under ten thous’ I just laugh
You gotta understand, love, my time is valuable
Never show your hand
The bitch got you heartbroken, I’m counting up bands
I gotta stay focused
Views of the ocean, Louis V loafers
Even when I ain’t have nothing bitch, I wasn’t hopeless
What’s happening
[Outro]
Recaro seats, n***a
Aye aye aye, aye aye aye
Gahdamn
Peanut butter seats n***a, something slight
Numbers
Good job Recaro
Shit
Mane
Numbers
Aye aye aye, aye aye aye