[Intro: RU$H]
You know'm sayin'?
Shit, shit— y'nah'mean? Shit just be a vibe
Y'nah'mean?
N***as gettin' all types of money
N***as comin' through in luxurious jewelry, you know'm sayin'?
Really do this shit for my n***as, for real
N***as know the vibes (Woo! Uh)

[Verse 1: RU$H]
We ate brunch at the Four Seasons
Private jet when we tour regions, uh (Woo!)
We ballin' at a height you'll never reach like pause zingers
Ribeyes, they was all season (That's a Fendi)
RU$H and Fahim really doin' donuts in a yellow Lamb' with broads who was Norwegian (Woo!)
Strangle you with the Bape hoodie sleeves on the floor at Neiman's
Then pulled off in Dior, speedin'
Hundred acres of avocado trees (Woo!)
I want the paper soon as the vinyl leaves (That's a Fendi)
I punch like Rocky III Apollo Creed and the Drago scene, mixed with Creed played by Michael B. (Hahahahaha)
Don't make RU$H and Fahim pull twin blicks out the Fendi trench for n***as that we gotta steam (Brr-r-rt)
The gold Ace of Spade bottle really got a gleam (Woo!)
It's real life, this is not a dream
Uh (Woo!)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim & Big Cheeko]
This is real life, this is not a dream
Got flavors like that Frappuccino, we get heavy cream
Push the double-R with the fully loaded magazine
Every week is fashion week, I tell you, I'm a fashion king
Versace slippers with the Dragon Ball khaki jeans
And when it's time to take flight, I'ma spread wings
Capture bankrolls thicker than boots by Red Wings
Hammer sling from way across the block - you dead, king
Foolish games lead to foolish prizes
Success comes in all sizes (Ffhahaha), the skill goes to who applies it (For real)
Luxury raps are what I do, it's timeless
They don't know what goes behind this; well, maybe they ain't meant (Pour me some of this [?])
Just tryna stack my coin up like the U.S. Mint (Get my bitch to roll me a couple joints. Haha)
And when it's said and done, in the end, make my print
Go check the highlights, it's always five mics (Yeah)
I live the fly life, partially 'cause I rhyme nice
[Verse 3: Big Cheeko & Jay NiCE]
I'm appalled; you n***as love rappin' 'bout that street shit, knowin' you was not involved
You n***as weird; come around on that clown shit, I got some magic tricks to make you disappear
I'm gettin' rich; this that fly shit n***as love, Mike Jack', red jack' - this is it
Two cars, twenty-thousand on the shoe collection
I spent the bread, you was standin' in the corner, sweatin'
You n***as stressin', I be blessin' all my n***as wit' me
Monopolize, yeah, my n***as tryna buy the city
Out the window like I'm Pac, screamin', "Come and get me"
Like the 'rona, lil' n***a, you don't want it wit' me
This that high ceilings rap, I know you n***as feel me
Thirty-thousand just to make another sixty, wait
We eatin' good, lil' bitch, come and get a plate (Spark the spirits)
You like rubber to the paper, this is not a race (Ayo)

[Verse 4: Jay NiCE]
Hermes vs. Versace - SHOCKING!
This verse is blessed by the God, he gon' murk it, prob'ly (Jay NiCE)
Definitely; I'm young Irv Gotti (Right)
I brung murder to your lobby, baldheads get to work entirely (Tata, tata!)
As the incense burns, I feel incensed
Incentives to get this money is like ten Big Worms (Woo!)
This the firm, firm handshakes, plans made
The fans chase me down just to stand and take pictures, they think this man's great (Good job)
Thanks
All the haters can catch a whole box full of franks (Fuck outta here)
You frontin' like you tough, but you lookin' saint
You prob'ly don't even know how a pussy tastes (Hahahahahaha), you rookie fakes
My jeans Supreme, my hat Chanel, and the hoodie Bape (Woo!)
Of course
[Outro: Jay NiCE]
N***as know what the fuck goin' on, man, n***as know the fuckin' vibes
Fendi, what up? Spark the spirits