[Intro: Roc Marciano & Maze Overlay]
Yeah, Marci (It's not for everybody)
Uh

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Pay homage, the real shottas, bake pies, Neil Diamond
Silver finin', silk collars
Exotic bitch at the Cádiz, that's a goddess
She need guidance, so I got her to the dollars
To be honest, I'm what a don is
Numbers and commas, make all of my summers the bombest
Bust at your bombers, come with them llamas, dump at your partners
Just to fill a n***a stomach with lobster
Young Sinatra, my jacket is ostrich
African cotton boxes, baggin' foxes
Stackin' profits by the boxers, been nice since Travel Foxes
Back when Rastus wore cotlers
The pie did opеned up my pimp chakras
Prouded winner parkеrs
Pistol cockers, Benz nickel parkers
You kick rocks like a civil marcher, while I make a swift departure
Slick talker, then knock your bitch on Parsons and Archer
Roc, remember what the bosses taught ya
Enforcer, and how the real and the real occur
Keep vile on the saucer, like Martha
You a mark to a archer, tools spark, we pursuin' torture
I play my part like The Godfather, or come and hit you with the carver
[Chorus: Maze Overlay]
Lil' somethin' you can not afford (No)
Never settle, we wanted more (Never)
Ain't no tellin' what we got in store (Uh-uh)
Only built for the connoisseurs (Only)
Lil' somethin' you can not afford (Nah)
Never settle, we wanted more
Ain't no tellin' what we got in store (Yeah)
Only built for the connoisseurs

[Verse 2: Maze Overlay]
Aficionados, the vision really fly though
We was flippin' blanco licks, hittin' like the lotto (Winnin')
It was all so simple like Mavado
Yellow gold wirst, spanish chickens, call me guapo (Ayy)
I just put the motion picture on the vinyl
Still got some hitters that'll split your avocado, malo (Ugh)
Turn your homies into Guacamole
Couple seasons in the mask like a hockey goalie (Goalie)
Cold summers, fresh butters on my avatar
God body, talkin' beluga, Rap Caviar (Ugh)
Aston Martin with the bars, it's a don language
Truffles on the cavatappi got a strong flavor (Ugh)
Savin' a moment, chillin' at the Palace
Money convo, trillion-dollar palette; that's expensive taste
Ran payments on my play then I'm entertained
Cheffin' like Rae with the Cuban on
Ksubis and the Nudies, I'm a Foodie, you a groupie, lord
Doin' this before all the rappers even knew Dior
New recordings like Scorsese movie scores (Look)
Gourmet courses what I do it for
Word to me, you can't hold a torch to the uniform (Fire)
Vintage Unies, dead stock, got a 94
Got me in a different bracket like the Final four
Playin' the finest sports, still I gotta plot for more (Gimme that)
This is only built for the connoisseurs
[Chorus: Maze Overlay]
Lil' somethin' you can not afford (No)
Never settle, we wanted more (Never)
Ain't no tellin' what we got in store (Uh-uh)
Only built for the connoisseurs (Only)
Lil' somethin' you can not afford (Nah)
Never settle, we wanted more
Ain't no tellin' what we got in store
Only built for the connoisseurs