[Intro: Jay NiCE]
All praises due to Allah, you know what season it is
Yeah!
It's FLAiR Jordan
Uh

[Verse 1: Jay NiCE]
Just left the gym, me and Fah gettin' bigger and bigger
Just like our fanbase; glad you got to witness it, n***a
Your wave a pancake; shit lookin' shaky, it's hard to stand straight
You not the Gods, lil' boy, you n***as man-made
Diet-ass rappers, I can tell that shit is plant-based (Right)
Me? I keep it a thousand with all my bandmates
Business gets done with a handshake
These contracts the reason why y'all fucked up now
You gettin' scammed
Make money, make money, make money, money
Hell'll freeze on the day you can take somethin' from me
It's gettin' dangerous (Right), we're shiftin' in a different chamber
Soon to be rich and famous
Catch me at the Grammys, grippin' bangers (Gripped up)
I'm fuckin' NiCE; that means n***a, I can entertain ya
With a fire-ass flow that inspires the masses, yo (Right)
The buyers had to know you can't acquire that for low, hell no
My vinyl prices higher after shows, that's f'sho
[Verse 2: RU$H]
That's f'sho, treat the vinyl like the whole ocean (Woo)
Ship vinyls into sales, then I'm showboatin' (That's a Fendi)
Fendi Don, most you n***as got no motion (Woo)
Two Cubans on the neck, and they both frozen (Woo, woo)
I might throw poles, it'll blow open (Grrrtt)
Toast smokin', rip a chest open like Hulk Hogan (Woo)
Fahim, Fendi and FLAiR (FLAiR) run the streets
We had a ball throwin' you in the gutter, who wanna go bowlin'? (Who wanna go bowlin', my n***a?)
I'm in the Burberry trench with the low Owens (Woo)
Fendi Don leave a pole smokin' (That's a Fendi)
You gon' see a fight with a baldhead like Joe Rogan (That's a Fendi)
I'ma pull off in the Lam' with the doors open (That's a Fendi)
And double back in the Lam' with the doors closin' (Woo, woo)
Air the blicks 'til I see a whole bone broken (Grrrtt)
And skirt off with a mami and we both coastin' (Woo)
RU$H Dolla, he is so chosen, uh

[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Long nights and business meetings - we eatin' (We eatin')
Winnin' championships like Mike three-peatin'
To all the ones that's sleep: tell 'em to keep sleepin'
As I expand my reach, yeah, I'ma keep beastin'
I'ma earn my keep and we gon' keep feastin' (We gon' keep feastin')
I'ma put the work in, critics gon' keep speakin' (They gon' keep talkin')
Just another goofy hopin' that I get weakened
I'ma keep gettin' money, they gon' keep reachin'