Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest Cash through the month, I get a check Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess I eat her flesh, you know the rest Count up a hun', cop a Rolex Shine like the sun, you truly blessed Two-tone Patek In the Clearport like I Uber these jets VVS's on me got my Gucci shirt wet Put a M in my bag, I'ma get used to these racks I went to school where they teach you finesse Five hundred shells for the drip I invest I'm the boss man, I keep cash in the desk Know the coupe fast when they end with a S Now that I'm home, back off the road We shut it down, where it ain't so With checks in the streets, Jay number fours Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes Take it with me, double your dose Couple of angels that's watching my soul Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows Said I'll be there in 10 but I got there in four I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm I left her wide open, no self control Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm