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