Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway
Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my
Way
I fu*ks you like a matador, fresh out the
Catalog
One fall we all fall, crew like dominoes
But chase vamanos, all my dogs riding
Smoke
Mob heavy like the Pope, for that pot of
Gold
We are not alone, boy, better check your
Tone
You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin'
Bank loans
Sit with us, table last supper
Toast to the brothers, some bad
Motherfu*kers
Yeah, ain't nothin' but pure luxury
You lookin' left to me, should be looking up
To me
Preferably one of the best
She ridin' cause we next now and forever to
Death
Be loyal, real, and respect, stay ahead of the
Rest
We just sit back, relax, doin' things to
Impress