[Verse 1: j. sula]
Stacking my paper up like plates at The Broad
I'm racing to go, she said she never did this before
And I didn't know, but screw it though, my feet on the road
The wheels on the Rolls reflecting off the street, looking gold
And I been on go mode since the kid was sixteen years old
My soul never sold, I had a couple calls that was close
There's folds in the rose, perspective play a part in my flows
It's all of these hoes, it's reasons all why I never chose, bro
Running back and forth like track meets on a fuzzy lawn
Many times I kicked it back and put thе bubbly on
She wanna be cuddly 'til I come ovеr, get the loving on
Come over, get the rubbing on
Not sober, but the buzzing gone
Henny in my system got me feeling warm
Homie, pass the Flum, vapors getting blown
Aura glowing 'round me, think I'm in the zone
Casting Daybreak, many blades to ya dome

[Bridge: mararm & j. sula]
We just put some fuckin' noise over there, know what I'm saying?
Okay
And just figure out how it fuckin' goes
And then we just wait for the fuckin' jump-off to hit
And then I could go up in that bitch
Put some bottles clinking or something
Just something slight
Let that beat ride for a bit
Then, then hit it, just like this
[Verse 2: mararm]
Maybach dreams, Maybach dreams
Got the Benzo with the motherfucking seats whip cream
That shit was too clean, the SL 600, yeah
The 2 seater, in the glove compartment
I kept the motherfucking heater
They ain't staying alive like Saturday Night Fever
If they keep on running they mouth
'Cause I'ma pull that bitch out and click-clack the hammer back
And make the motherfucker ratatat
That 9 mil gonna attack
And they gon' be lying on the floor crying for they ma
Looking at the stars
Wondering what the fuck they just did wrong
Half a milli, Richard Mili on my left arm
And the motherfucking bonnet got the Spirit of
Ecstasy, the shit looking flexy, the shit looking so sexy
We in the Leerjet with a couple chicks and they looking sexy
With my motherfucking homeboys and we all looking good
No homo
But we looking good, we lifting weights, we eating healthy
Our skin's lotioned and our shit is fucking clean shaven
Still waiting on my 15 seconds
Got hit up by 2, 3 exes
They seen my story and they was a lil' jealous
I'm in Geneva, sipping margaritas under umbrellas
Under her, under her, under her, prepare the umbrellas
Got her singing like Rihanna
The morning after we fucked, the bellboy came up
And bring us some java
Later that evening, me and my bros went to Benihana
I step outside, need to take a dip, this wind felt hotter than lava
Balenciaga my bags, Assissini the shoe
And my eyewear is definitely Prada
[Outro: j. sula]
The kid going atomic, carbon fiber the bonnet
Pensive, penning my sonnets
In the backseat of that supersonic
I'm on a jet if you ain't fucking heard
Elevation thirty thousand, higher than the birds
I'm hearing word through the grapevine
My life is proof of perfection, I like to take time
I don't wait for permission, I fucking take mine
I'm at Lake Como, you just watching thru the FaceTime