Came in stuntin', Eiffel Tower gleamin',
Streetlights bouncin', I ain't daydreamin'.
Racks on the table, chips ain't casino,
Feast like a Pharaoh, caviar jalapeño.
Flex like I'm Louis, gear on royalty,
Crib in the clouds, view ain't loyalty.
Diamonds on my wristwatch, tickin' prosperity,
Bag full of greenbacks, life's a rarity.
We kings in Paris, toast to the hustle,
Drillin' through the game, flexin' our muscle.
Lights flashin' wild, paparazzi scramble,
Walkin' on gold, as we take a gamble.
From the blocks to the Louvre, art of grindin',
Cash flow endless, no more hidin'.
Got the keys to the city, VIP status,
Limo ridin', soundtrack of the baddest.
Private jet travels, skips the customs,
Passed the haters, left 'em flustered.
High-speed chases, in Lambos burstin' flames,
Secure the crown, ain't no fallin' shames.
City of lights, downtown serenade,
Success anthem, playin' loud parade.
In the rearview, reflections of a mogul,
Future's golden, history's vocal.