Ask him if he got some weed
[??] grande [??]
Man, what’d you just say? [Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture
I can’t do nothin’ with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
Leave ’em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Ski an invader
David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then running in tail
Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail
[Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
Como ese [??] plata or plomo? [??]
What’d he do? [??] como [??]
[??] bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga? [??] is how you say a lot of weed
Yeah [??] grande [??]
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig? City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias! [Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I’m so good
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
Fuck up a check, then we making it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
I know we balling too much
And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
I say [??] mami, and call it to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?

[Chorus: Valee & Vic Mensa]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It’s high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey (Vino Valentino)
I don’t know ’bout you
[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Me and Valee got the city hot
Valet the DB11 at Diddy’s spot
I don’t usually rap ’bout the shit I got
You a hater for a living, that’s a shitty job
I just made 2 mil, I don’t milly rock
My IG inbox is full of forget-me-nots
They know I got my own money
Handmade t-shirt, it’s Off-White Murakami
Met her at Equinox, she got no tummy, hey
Cartier lenses, I see the fu shit 20/20, hey
You hate your life, you checkin’ the price
I don’t use Tinder, all I do is swipe
Glock 17 as I kiss you goodnight
I’m not 17, bitch, I don’t want to fight
Just performed at Playhouse, left with a Play Bunny
Michael Jordan’s Steakhouse, fillet, sautéed onions
He say he gon’ rob me, he think he Davis, haha, that shit funny
Get your girl, she on my line, she forgot her panties, Vino
[Chorus: Valee]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It’s high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
[Verse 2: Valee]
Sittin’ at the light, I rock Off-White
Four-door is white, my diamonds bright
Stayed up tonight, late up, you right
Yves St. Laurent, baby, you’re mine
You trippin’, yeah, I’m gon’ leave you
Cross-shoulder Gucci knapsack, I see you
Promethazine with no ice, I don’t need you
Push up in the driveway, no top, don’t need you
Stop and wipe off my Margielas, they bleedin’ (hey, yeah)
I’m off a Percocet 30, don’t need it (yeah, huh)
That ain’t no real Actavis, you can keep it (tuh, uh huh)
Your bitch top model, that’s why she conceited (yeah, uh huh)
[Bridge: Valee]
I can see shit clear
I rock the zones, I see the fu shit clear, hey
Hundred thousand on me, hey
I got my own money, yeah
[Chorus: Valee]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
It’s high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you
[Verse 3: Valee & Vic Mensa]
I’m in the Ferrari Modena
I’m in that new Spider, this not a four seater
Bitch got an Aston Martin, no Gina
I painted my nails red, her hair red, paprika
Ooh, she need security, Brinks her
I took her to Catch, this ain’t no Little Caesars
My Chinese bitches bad, they look like a Geisha
My African bitch bad, she pray to Orishas
I’m smokin’ loud like an ice cream truck speakers
It’s Halloween, I’m in Christian Dior creepers
This is not Pucci, this some Gucci sneakers
I don’t know ’bout you, hey
[Chorus: Valee]
I don’t know ’bout you but
I got my own money
Hundred thousand on me
In high fashion on me
Hey, hey, hey
I don’t know ’bout you

Uh, uh
[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*t
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game, and I said: “Yeah, I do.”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin’, f*ckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me “Get ’em!”, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari – hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big it can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout my niggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout? Flexin’ on these niggas: I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash, then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo my new bitch, but she don’t ride like my Ghost
I’m ridin’ around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
‘Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
‘Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they f*ck around and get killed
You f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
‘Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t f*ck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin’, I got niggas throwin’ B’s
I done did the DOA’s, I done did the KOD’s
Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
But now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’
We young niggas and we mobbin’, like Batman and we robbin’
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin’
I’m that real nigga, what up? You ready? If you diss me in your raps, I’ll get yo’ n*gger-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood; no, that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
And they be throwin’ dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I’m the king of my city ‘cause I’m still callin’ them shots
And these lames talkin’ that bullsh*t the same niggas that flopped
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
Still on that hood sh*t, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember me
So much money, have your friends turn into enemies
And when there’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40, ain’t no 10 a key
Hold up! Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick? It was somethin’ about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone When I bought that Aston Martin, y’all thought it was rented? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, f*ck nigga! Y’all thought I was finished? If you ain’t about that murder game then, n*gger nigga, shut up! [Intro]
Ain’t this what they’ve been waitin’ for? [BEAT CHANGE]
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute! Real nigga, what up?

Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Intro]
Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 1]
I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 2]
Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Verse 3]
I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

[Hook]
Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Oh yeah, Super Super
Astronaut, yeah

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ‘bout to fuck up some mula, but you don’t owe me no check
I don’t care if you my daddy, bitch I’ma cut off your neck
We rockin’ VV and Ss, I swear it’ll get a lil’ crowded
My chain, they fight for attention, my neck’ll get a lil’ rowdy
I’m doin’ my thizzle my nizzle
I work me a price down the middle
I keep me a bag of those Skittles
Tryna get you a radical feelin’
Automatic, it came with no ceiling
All this trappin’ it got you offended
Hit a 3-6-0 in a minute
Then I punch on the gas a lil’ harder
I be whippin’ the Lamb like a Charger
Get that money in the bag like a robber
When I whip it up, whip it up harder
To the young nigga rockin’ the Starter
I was sittin’ in the back of the MARTA
Now I sit in the back of a foreign
Soon as I took out the ‘Rari
I got the clutch in the carbon

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

Why you be lookin’ so foul
I put the hundreds in piles
We ‘bout to roll up some Franklins
We ‘bout to roll up some loud
You better stay in your lane
I’m swervin’ all over the map
I got a Panamanian
With her pretty face all in my lap
I let her go to Sak’s Fifth Avenue
Run up some laps
Sometimes I go to Chanel
And I sit in the bitch like it’s a trap
Rolex store’s my bando
Boy George Bush with the ammo
I spent an M on indo
Put it on an 18-wheeler
Trappin’ and rappin’, finessin’
I go beyond for the scrilla
Freezin’ that ice out your chest
You lookin’ just like a dealer
Add it all up on an iPad
Talk to the plug on a car phone
Went to Miami and re’d up
Rovers, push it

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

I’m ’bout to water whip it
So I could fuck up a bag
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Mazzi
I’m ‘bout to cop me a Jag
I done made 21 million
I got a zillion stacks
I done made 21 million
I had to run up a sack
I’m ‘bout to twerk dem numbers
‘Bout to go get me a hundred
I done went gram from gram
I done been workin’ a hundred
I made a fair amount
Stunted and doubled my digits
Just know that Pluto is hungry
Like when I worked a midget
I am original gang member
I’m not a New Edition
They ain’t gonna never be able to see me
I’m ‘bout to make them admit it
Everywhere I go is Fiji
Everywhere shine for the city
Everywhere I go is foreign
Wake up, take out the ceiling

Giorgio Armani, I’m drippin’ in it
Aston Martin, I’m whippin’ in it
Shit gettin’ too specific
10 black whips I’m too consistent
To my foreign bitches tell me if I’m too persistent
All my baby mamas, I just bought ‘em brand new Benzes
I need a power of attorney, I’m ‘bout to fuck up some M’s
I need a power of attorney, you need to get this on film
I’m ‘bout to push me a Wraith, you won’t catch me in the gym
I’m ‘bout to push me some weight, you won’t catch me in the gym

[Intro: RiFF RAFF]
Collect jewels, I collect jewels, I collect jewels
Must I pirate in my veins? W

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, I am not your son, I am not your father
Jumping out the Charger or the kiwi Aston Martin
Kobe Bryan jewels, Kobe steak for brunch
I done got drunk of Versace berry punch
Punch drunk sober switching lanes in Bugatti
Big body blunts, trunk doing karate
Fifth do [?], I can [?]
Watch me screen and roll with narcotics in your system
Got cocaine in my system, seats hieroglyphics
I ain’t even tripping, got my name in the stitches

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

[Verse 2: Ghetty]
Pull up at the light, syrup up in a Sprite
Medusas in my sight, that’s just [?] slight
You think I’m your son, I’m more like your dad
Topping down the ave., balling like the Cavs
Might just pull up in a droptop
Like it’s fresh out the sho-shop
So cold, but the block’s hot
Heating up just like a crock pot
Stare at the sun with Versaces on
Speeding like I’m on the Autobahn
Getting it and I got it gone
I’m balling so hard on you mighty [?]
Hey, yeah, robins hanging on my ass
Out here tasting all this cash
Yeah, just to add it to my stash
Yeah, aye, but I might just drop scream
Drop trip [?]
Ball like Hakeem, wow

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun

[Verse 3: Ponce]
Staring at the sun, Versace shades cool me down
Swear to God I’m the king, I think I deserve me a crown
Smoke go to my lungs, xanny dancing on my tongue
I don’t even do it up, but right now I’m refined
I just copped me some new Ye
Contemplated on some new J’s
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dressing all white like an angel
Diamonds dancing like they tango
[?] like a peso
My neck shine like a rainbow
Versace vision, I’m a visionary
Wait, God, I’m a missionary
Rollie saying it’s my time, that’s the word in the dictionary
Homie really got me high rolling
Burning gas get my eyes swollen
I told my nigga RiFF drive the [?] told me to blindfold ’em

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, you’re staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the..
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun
I am not your son, staring at the sun
Staring at the sun, staring at the sun