[Verse 1: Trey Christie]
Well 'ello, Trey, uh
Sinatra, footwork oxfords
My chinos rolled, I'm three different cultures
I'm in the studio like no life, for life
Mademoiselle, I dig your figure and you my type
Cause you don't need him girl
You need your freedom girl
You out there, shopping bags, bossed up tryna defeat the world
You can be my sidekick, but I'm the villain
With villainous flows, dodging venomous hoes
Options limitless though
That a** print still indented my memory foam
Hold up, bout the business, ventilating vintage
Orchestrate and finish, got the work up in my denim
Benjamin visions beneath the rhythms in my iPhone
Hear it then your mind's blown
[Verse 2: Trey Christie]
Recluse'd in my office, cigar fragrance on tuxes
My floor covered in luggage, alarm system off, f** it
I'm flooding dope in the suburb
Probably sell your son herb
Then I'm back to the co*kpit to sip Ciroc on the rocks
I'm Al Capone with these thoughts, I'm mobbin'
Viewing the world with third eye optics
I'm plottin' Brazilian estates where millions await
So Ms. Bonita drop that applebum and ask for some
Let our energies connect and you'll be back for some
It's only a matter of time before I detonate
Dedicate, forget the brakes
I'm bullrushin', bringing new substance to the function
Introduction to this image, so if you wit it, get wit it
Otherwise you just a witness to this vision
[Verse 3: Trey Christie]
I close my eyes, touch my fingers then I'm levitating
Element bending got her gravitating to my spot
Brothers from the block gon' flock
And let they lips walk
Honeys let they hips talk like Shakira
Face the mirror, see the new new
Man who knew?
This woodsy motherf**er brought talent to the new school
Droppin' gems, not with them, we opposing crews
Sinatra cool, I'm that dude in Oxford shoes
Uh!