No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you bastards,
Respect, finesse movements
like your hands in grafitti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape,
Rolls go clothes galore; take
paper till they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
nothing left but to stumble no more
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught
all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort,
torch and tangle your thoughts
just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Sa laam- ulate
Millions I'm trying to chase
Get it right my feelin's is not
shipped from out of state
it's real I'm amongst the mix
I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn,
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack,
We beat with bats, we scrap,
So, peace to that he's back nigga,
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port,
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Till it's me an A' steppin' out
of both sides of that Maybach
And mix all this checkmate
I can see it all bubblin' the move
I'mma give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homey
Only gotta tell me one time,
Just buy weight fly straight
It helps me sleep at night
You take it in air, you can't compare
You gotta bring a strong leash
me and son peak it together
Can't feel it's the real deal or let
the meatballs meet the Beretta
Smellin' like fresh cut leather
Odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla
Taking that seat empowers
All you want in this Magic Hour