No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you bastards,
30 grand on the pinky
Respect, finesse movements
like your hands in grafitti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape,
cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore
Rolls go clothes galore; take
paper till they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all,
nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is phantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught
I came in force,
all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort,
torch and tangle your thoughts
Scorch and stand
if you're short
So of course,
just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Sa laam- ulate
Millions I'm trying to chase
illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelin's is not
awake
Ducatti bikes,
shipped from out of state
The pressure is on,
the blunts is lit
My presence is strong,
it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long,
I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn,
that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack,
we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap,
we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back nigga,
one...
the life to a dead
game the moment I came
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port,
cruise to the resort
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Gotta make my rounds,
head wolf of this pack
Till it's me an A' steppin' out
of both sides of that Maybach
We can eat lovely,
just don't interrupt me
And mix all this checkmate
with that quiet money
I can see it all bubblin' the move
is no troublin'
I'mma give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homey
Only gotta tell me one time,
Don't fuck me Tony
Just buy weight fly straight
and keep me right
And I don't care what
I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night
See nothing sharp as me
You take it in air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved
in my office chair
The boss is here,
we deep in the game
You can't do it the same
You gotta bring a strong leash
for your dame or pop up
Speaking of cheddar,
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
Let him see heat forever
Taking that seat empowers
All you want in this Magic Hour