[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a patek on my wrist
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a wrench, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like a step man, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got a lose, Saint Laurent stones and prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking cousin need a [?]
Block 30 sweeping with the broom
Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 1]
And they [?], I could never go [?]
Run it up, then I upgrade my benzal
They hate in the street, got a key at the pedal
Bumblebee hеad cake, yeah, black and yellow
[?], tеaching these n***as to ball
Spaceship, yeah, I don't know where to land
Yeah, I'm too tired don't know where to fall
Down on my dick, and didn't nobody call
I gotta talk to em to work on the go
Boy, it's still fuck you and long live the pope
I had to manifest, money got low
Way that I pop you, you wouldn't know I was broke
Thought he got it, took them hoes to the land
I'mma get tucked in this bitch every chance
N***as don't like me, cause most of them fans (Top shelf)
I'm a big brother so watch me play with bands
She just want link with her boyfriend
I just want link with my girlfriend
She gave me head in a cullinan
Double [?]
I fixed up my team with some [?]
I live this shit for a purpose
[?] me, get your money
Lotta millions [?]
[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a patek on my wrist
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a wrench, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like a step man, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got a lose, Saint Laurent stones and prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking cousin need a [?]
Block 30 sweeping with the broom
Dr Martin's walking on the moon

[Verse 2]
Stick gon' fit and I'm walking
Yeah [?] pop the beans like in Boston
I'm tryna win I took too many losses
R.I.P Vergil I was watching him golf
I swim in that water jump out like a dolphin
My mama wear [?] I'm wearing them [?]
This shit independent, didn't come with an offer
Aim for the millions, so no way I'm talking
[?], I knew these n***as gon' tell
I can't even look at them, they know they fell
How the fuck yall tryna sit on them players
[?] beast outta jail
L.A. My bible on stones (Free Thugger)
[?] we don't talk on no phones (And Yak)
And Houston shit got on no throne
In New York we got pokes and [?]
Till a hundred years we're headed home
These bitches know what it is
These n***as know what we on
My money long like the Jones (Styling)
60k on my neck, yeah, my brother on ice (Long live Pope)
One thing I know for sure, he proud, I'm living my life
[Chorus]
Stars in a coupe, I got a patek on my wrist
I done start takin' X, and I been high ever since
I shoulda started in a wrench, cause I been dressing round this bitch
All the vibes with me like a step man, I'm professor in this bitch
Yeah, 1942, It got a lose, Saint Laurent stones and prada shoe
Hotbox, gotta hit em ooh
Yeah, my bitch hotter than some soup
Dollar sign for anything she do
Heavy drinking cousin need a [?]
Block 30 sweeping with the broom
Dr Martin's walking on the moon