[ Featuring Pusha T ]
Let's go, huh we gon swerve it out on this
One you know what I'm saying
Swag it out on this bitch!
Eating mother f*ckin chilean sea
Bass on them niggas we ain't talking either
You know what I'm saying?
We at the palm home boy uh, yeah
The paper game Oprah, phantom of the operas
Currency face green, her white face coca
Kitchen with an apron, chicken noodle sopa
Python lock Jake the Snake big cobra
I do it for the homies in the
Hood that can't get out
Life without parole mother f*ckas
Don't get out rick Flair of the coke til
The baking soda spill out
A Wax Desert eagle blew your whole whip out
Got a black hoodie on with a white mask on
Mike Jackson with the glove on gleam
We just Louis through the summer
Gucci through the winter
When you rubber band the money
It's gonna make you a believer
When spend the root of evil
It's gonna make all of us sinners
Ace of spades having mobster dinner
Pearl powder with the fish scale
Make me a winner
Entertain the colosseum like
That spartan killer i'm the reason why the
Strippers carry purse umbrellas
22 for the keys call that birdman special
Hundred grand on the wrist i wear
Fifty grand gon pierce my ear
Ball hard with the jays I wear, yeah
It's a mobster dinner
Break bread with a boss
I'm feeling like a winner
Probably cause I never lost
And if I'm sitting next to you
You know what Imma do
Have my cake and eat it too
You know I have a PhD in fast money right
So you thought you just call
Me Pusha for nothing eghck!
Del Frisco's, four days straight
Dinner for two easily a thousand dollar date
Wilhelmina model no feeling in her face
Hermes leather goods wrap twice
Around the waist
Double Dutch the wrist, invisibly wet
Invisibly set 80 thousand dollars on a myth
That's Rolex posing under fist
I bow flex 36 ounces on a brick
My niggas trick
Dollars like Dave Blaine and Chris Ange
The condos full of Rottweilers on Biscayne
They run freely around dope
Money and well trained
The smell's a mixture of baking
Soda and piss stains
Eghck! Too vivid nigga, admit it nigga
What other way is the real
Hustlers gon feel it nigga
Got no respect for you jack
Boys so kill it nigga
This four-five is about as long
As a midget nigga it's a mobster dinner
Break bread with a boss
I'm feeling like a winner
Probably cause I never lost
And if I'm sitting next to you
You know what Imma do
Have my cake and eat it too