Smooth as Luther Vandross down in St. Andros Shower on the yacht while we boppin' to Pop Smoke Somebody tell immigration them cases is wardrobe Succulent juices, we sip Petruses and Bordeaux Never losing my memories of Farmers and old gold Before Check Out The Melody, his neck was a light show That's light dough Always gotta come with the right flow We like dough Learned that from Chuck Rich in Alpo, Uptown so Now we out here running with billy goats, it's natural Speak game on the seaplane Now the blue faces matching the deep waves Shorty took the pics solo, no, no one see things Now she hopping out the Range Rover in pink Jays, Louis frames Ain't new to game, she true to game, ain't doin' lames If opportunity knock, we bet you'd do the same Teamwork make the dream work, review the game We just call it like we see it, it's up to you to name You can claim that your team is cold Rewind the time, turnin' back into panthers We eat a goat Unbelievable But the goal is achievable Ya'll ain't the only ones gettin' it, boy, we schemin' too Speeding through, two-seater coupe We ain't part Illuminati, we just the realest crew We dream too, that's how Madonna got smashed by Peter Shue
You know, I was wondering, you know The force, it's got a lot of power here The force, it's got a lot of power here The force, it's got a lot of power here The force, it make me feel like
Chef's in the kitchen while we out fly fishin' Water so clear, you can see the fish pissin' Convos on the speedboat, just listen She surfin' for the Birkin and the signature edition VVS to death 'cause we understood the mission Now we sky dwellin', rebelling against the system Bad boys before P. Diddy and the Pistons Doin' better numbers than Harvard mathematicians Farmers Boulevard, Cullinan double park Wanna eat with them paper plates, you gotta hustle smart Someone caught a bullet, they ain't talkin' 'bout the charts Inspiration for my soldiers walkin' in the yard Open seas at high speed, floatin' like a god Feel the breeze, sip Chablis, buss open a cigar Over time, her tan lines look like a work of art Not her hub, but she pop bubbs in hot tubs And she love to lay on plush rugs for foot rubs So what's up You feeling the force, we got plugs Put you on to power, plug you in and light you up, bruh It take a team to get a chip Medallion's swinging, money machines in the whip If you want a bankroll, follow the code, don't slip You can't get frustrated, king, we don't quit Getting money is automatic, that's why we drive sticks If we wasn't doin' this, it'd be ninety-nine bricks So be glad we on the yacht with the force and doin' some real shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
