You tote tags, I tote semis
I been in my bag, you must've just missed me
I got two hammers they ride around with me
Too many racks, too many Benjis
I got two bodies in the back of the Hemi
Saint Laurent briefcase, I'm handling business
Ticket for the Royce with the stars in the ceiling
They say rap violent so I'm making a killing
Two racks for the fleece
Patek Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it's back to the streets
I do not play that no f*ck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I stay with the beam
LeSean McCoy, man I cut through the seam
Got 'em addicted, now they're all fiends
Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans
Hitters on deck like Giancarlo Stanton
Two of your houses on one Phantom
Got two garages one under the mansion
Hold 'bout 12 cars but I park for seven
Fam locked down so you know I had to bail 'em
Bodies in the back you thought I was Melvin
Momma used to beat me for banging on pans
She ain't know I was becoming a man
Preparing myself to count income in grams
Now all she know is I bring home the bands
Momma quit work 'cause I convinced her I can
Made all this money without passing exams
After momma house bought me a stag
Wore and cleaned up with the same rag
Now my week's spending won't fit in a bag
You ain't my dog, see me up and don't wag
You tote tags, I tote semis
I been in my bag, you must've just missed me
I got two hammers they ride around with me
Too many racks, too many Benjis
I got two bodies in the back of the Hemi
Saint Laurent briefcase, I'm handling business
Ticket for the Royce with the stars in the ceiling
They say rap violent so I'm making a killing
Two racks for the fleece
Patek Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it's back to the streets
I do not play that no f*ck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I stay with the beam
LeSean McCoy, man I cut through the seam
Got 'em addicted, now they're all fiends
Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans
Lace 'em up then put in the work
I'm talking 'bout drugs, slide you a perc
Make your bitch scream like she 'bout to give birth
Your shooter gon' ride, you must mean a hearse
Shoot it fast
Upper class
Walk with a lot of racks
Your bitch not to test me 'cause I'm gonna break her back
Say I'm the goat straight up they keep a stack
Everywhere I go you know I keep a MAC
I'm talking 'bout ten
Playing to win
Dicked her down, 'cause you know we all sin
She used up, just throw her in a bin
They slide got him jumping out his skin
Check me out, my flow cold
Bands on bands, I make it snow
Cute lil' face, she gave me dome
He talking wild, get hit with the chrome
You tote tags, I tote semis
I been in my bag, you must've just missed me
I got two hammers they ride around with me
Too many racks, too many Benjis
I got two bodies in the back of the Hemi
Saint Laurent briefcase, I'm handling business
Ticket for the Royce with the stars in the ceiling
They say rap violent so I'm making a killing
Two racks for the fleece
Patek Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it's back to the streets
I do not play that no f*ck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I stay with the beam
LeSean McCoy, man I cut through the seam
Got 'em addicted, now they're all fiends
Balmain my denim all these rips in my jeans