CDG - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I keep some racks in an Undercover bag

And my new bitch, she supermodel bad

We just hit the E-way now we going stupid fast

I just hopped on the road and came back with some stupid cash

I heard he a bitch nigga so we on his ass

No, I can't get with you, gotta call you back

Yeah, I know they talking shit but we not stunting that

Yeah, I know that I'm the shit but I be humble, man

Lil' bitch, I'm the president, Lonely Obama, man

And I think it's evident I'm not a normal man

I just hit Rodeo, I spent a few thousand

I been locked in the stu' for like more than a few hours

They bitches, they hating, these fuck niggas too sour

I'm hot just like Satan, I'm shitting on you cowards

Before I fuck the bitch, make her take two showers

I'm in it, I'm hitting it, yeah, I got horsepower

This new whip that I'm whipping, this shit, it got horsepower

This AK gon' come through and kick your lil' door down (Grrt, baow)

Yeah, I like designer things

I fill my life up with the finer things

I know they don't like us, but we up, nigga, what that mean?

And they say they up but it's not it seems

Yeah, I got nines busting out my jeans

Different color rocks filling up my fingers

Different color broads feeling all on me

Different type of lifestyle, living dreams

Changing up her lifestyle, she with me

I can change your life, baby, come and see

Brand new Comme des Garçons, shit from overseas

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah)