[Verse 1: RU$H]
Uh
I told Cheeko to pass me the blitz (Pass me the blit', my n***a)
Then FLAiR pulled up with a bag full of bricks (That's a Fendi)
Fah had some stashed in the whip (Woo)
A couple baddies with him, they say we should all take the Aston to Ritz (Got the double Fendi)
SB Dunks in the Ritz Carlton, (Woo) uh
Lil' n***a, this is big talkin' (That's a Fendi)
Rhude shorts, we could dance out the blue like Crips walkin'
N***as sneeze wrong, it's a big coffin (Grr-r-rt)
Seafood festivals in Saint Martin (That's a Fendi)
Exquisite taste in the ribeye steaks, awesome (That was delicious)
There's no way you can play bossеs
Big Desi, pistol whip (Grr-r-rt) 'til the chamber and thе barrel breaks off it (That's a Fendi), uh
You remind me of a Jay concert
You will Fade to Black like Jigga when he played at The Garden (Woo), uh
The orthodontist say that they flossin'
Pay homage to the Fendi Don with the 'K sparkin'

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
A-ayy
I'm ridin' 'round with a trunk full of Kate Mosses
It's A1 like steak sauce is
The trap house in Philly is full of big-bearded shooters like James Harden
All they pistols contain carbon with a blade on it (Yeah, yeah)
Remember back in school, they used to say I was retarded
Every day my name was gettin' called up to the main office
And now I'm shinin' like '98 Ma$e in Harlem
This bad boy done turned himself into a great artist (Yeah, yeah)
Why your girl lookin' at me while you standin' there? (Disrespectful)
You should tell that bitch to cut it like Samson's hair (That was fire)
I fucked my opp main wifey, she a fan of FLAiR (Of course)
For my amusement, me and shorty had a planned affair (Oh, my God)
Walk in the spot, the round drum spittin' fifty (Tzaza!)
Shots for everybody in the club gettin' tipsy
No prints on the blicky, 'cause the gloves was Givenchy (I'm fly)
I dumped 'til it's empty (Okay), then I jumped in the Bentley!
[Verse 3: Big Cheeko]
Ivory floors on the Ivory Coast
All you hear is glass clinkin', all my real n***as yellin', "Toast"
All I smell is Cream, n***as roll designer smoke (Yes)
We don't go for greed, n***as share designer homes (Hahaha)
White squares, seen 'em stacked up like dominoes (Wild)
Snow bunnies linin' up like a line of coke
I was ridin' 22"s when I was 22 (Facts)
So it's nothin' for a n***a to get rid of you
Real A-Team, bitch, I pity the fool (Yeah)
Real street n***a, shit, I got plenty of jewels (Yeah)
Rolex two-tone like it's Winnie Harlow (Haha)
You ain't got my bread today? Then I'll see you tomorrow (Bitch)
Full-length trench, bitch, I continue to ball (Yes)
Odds stacked against the team, they continue to fall
I swear I love my haters, I'm killin' 'em all
'Cause when they want that real shit, they know who to call

[Verse 4: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
We fly as the Wright brothers
Any newcomers, y'all be foolish to challenge; I'm takin'
Sips from a chalice, keep the toolies for balance
You dudes rookies; I punish mics, that's my duty of malice
Doin' hammer strength press to build my chest up
Slayin' demons as per usual, who's next up?
Ridin' in somethin' unusual, play catch-up
Try and catch up, I'm wishin' you the best luck, uh
Grr-r-rt
Guns comin' rapid fire, big money grabs I obtain through a wire
My enterprises keep buildin' empires
We reach new heights and just get more inspired
Uh, I don't ever get tired
I hustle nocturnally, I see it, then buy it
I couldn't eat your diet
If you ain't got the facts, sometimes it's best to be quiet