light this bitch up like a candle
i got them big toys like santa
they just turn on up camera
so i don't want to hear r&b
street smart and book smart
you know all them niggas love that
i can't walk through no metal detector
niggas fold every time under pressure
stuff it right in the dresser
tell him when to shoot like a director
i don't want him 'less the nigga got big racks
and i'm waiting on a ho to drop a diss track
i ain't going back and forth on the internet
blowing through the money like a clarinet
they be ass dancing on the turtleneck
where you from? i ain't ever heard of that
birkin bag where i keep the burner at
nut in his mouth like payday
i stay with a bag like frito lay