[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah

[Verse]
Life lesson, livin' life through these lessons
You can't tell me nothing, roll up in a smoking section
And all you rappers suck, like you related to Ms. Stephens
I've been done with Margiela, hundred-dollar my necklace
White and black bitch kinda remind of Silvester
And I'm the blackest n***a in a all-white section
Like, no, this ain't Cavalli, bitch, I'm rockin' Gosha
No, this ain't Givenchy, side bitch look like Skyler
Remember, nobody love you, it's all about the dollar
Bitch, I can't take you serious, pussy got too much mileage
I got the type of money that'll put you right through college
I got the type of money that'll get you different knowledge
I got the type of money, never saw no different pockets
Huh, bitch you 'bout it, tell me, like, is you 'bout it?
I feel like Silk the Shocker, bitch, 'cause I swear that I'm 'bout it
I like yo' face, bitch, so I might pay for yo' body
So, please, don't check for me, 'cause I don't wear no Nike
Think I don't got that thing, oh, please, boy, don't try me
Oh, please, boy, don't try me
Your girl all in my lobby, she suck my dick so sloppy
My n***as rougher than them damn diamonds on yo' neck
Your favorite designer designed my desk
Your favorite designer designed my bae
Your favorite designer designed all my daughter clothes
And your favorite designer designed all my daughter cribs (Yeah, ayy)
Can't afford the clothes that I put on my boo
Like, boy, you way too close, watch out for this Yeezy Boost
And, on the real, n***a, you can't even fill my shoes
Or fill my crew shoes, I got a lot to lose
Like, lookin' in the mirror, ain't nobody blockin' you
Car got two accelerations, I look, like, "They stoppin' who?"
Some love you, and the others, they ain't likin' you
Side bitch and she drinkin' on some Jamba Juice
Gettin' head, lookin' at the water, you can't top this view