(I'm gonna live forever)
Million dollar boy, y'all get hit in the jag
Copped the Richard Mille, talking bout fresh I ain't checking no tag
Rocking designer only, only copping exclusive brands
Who you trying to cut I buss a hundred racks right now, yuh
Yeah, that's a G9 blick, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a G9 blick
Homie f*cking round right now, you could pull up on me, get your head top split
Yeah, that's a G9 blick, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a G9 blick
Who you?
F*cking round right now, you could pull up on me, get your head top split
Ruzzi hitting corners in Goyard
As a little jit, I knew I was lit
So now I'm like f*ck it, I'll go hard
Just like a skit, y'all can get hit
Just like my songs, know my flows hard
They say Ruzzi got no heart, just like my wrist know it's froze up
We at the top send a postcard
I'm making these classics, make them like Mozart
I'm like a thief in the night, I ain't taking no jewels. I'm taking your whole heart
I ain't got time for these bitches
Can't pay for a car, can't pay for a Beaumonde
F*ck what they said, know I'm so hard
Don't need a label to go off
Matik man, matik man, million dollar boys. We're trapping out the caravan
Matik man, matik man, air it out the window
Like pac and the cameraman
Matik man, matik man, million dollar boys. We're trapping with savages. Look at my wrist, Yeah, It's damaging, looking to close I might blind yo bitch
Million dollar boy, y'all get hit in the jag
Copped the Richard Mille, talking bout fresh I ain't checking no tag
Rocking designer only, only copping exclusive brands
Who you trying to cut I buss a hundred racks right now, yuh
Yeah, that's a G9 blick, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a G9 blick
Homie f*cking round right now, you could pull up on me, get your head top split
Yeah, that's a G9 blick, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a G9 blick
Who you?
F*cking round right now, you could pull up on me, get your head top split
(Goyard)
(Lit)
(Go hard)
(Lit)
(Flow hard)
(Go hard)