[Verse]

Yeah, look

It's what y'all all been waiting fo', ain't it?

Ya weekly entertainment, for me to get a hold of this beat and go 'head, claim it

I'm about to paint a picture, you niggas go 'head, frame it

Since we getting Seinfeld on some Jerry and Elaine shit

I flow far from mediocre and if we talking cards, I will fold him with the poker

You and your whole crew are like a deck of fifty-four, so it's obvious, y'all gon' steady be rolling with some jokers

And me, I'm rolling with some brokers, like, damn, could you niggas get any broker?

I got my new girl so content, just spare yaself the embarrassment, don't even approach her

Disguise yaself, go buy a costume, I am making stocks work, while you work in stock rooms

Ugh, and I was praying I would drop June, but label reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes

So I keep it rocking, for Pete's sakes, you fake gangsta rappers are cliché

And if you ain't talking dough when you meet Drake, I'll be in ya face, like, "No speak-a la ingles"

Soon as you hear it, you quote it, they tryin' to be the one that I done left out the show with

But trust me, I'm aware, and my car's right there is this interior enough for y'all ulterior motives?

'Cause if you like it, you should stick with me, my money good, I ain't never had to flip a ki

A lot of ice, a lot of cream like Dickie Dee, might cut the phone and disappear like Michie Mee

But I'm tryna have you on that trip with me, sliding through Henri Bendel, like it's slippery

And yo' ex-man is a hater, officially, probably 'cause he know I'm exactly what you wish he be

Yeah, that's the reason why he lookin' hard 'cause I done snatched the Chips Ahoy out his cookie jar

He just mad 'cause his girl at the house with her tongue sticking out like a Michael Jordan rookie card

Let me address this, pardon me while I fix, a couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix

I guess he thought that he could've been Gotti in them flicks, but at this point, I'm just poking a body with a stick

Nowadays, rappin' is a children's hobby and girls keep telling me, I'm still this snobby

I tell them myself is who I am feeling, probably, just because I got a buzz like a building lobby

And ain't a song that yo' ass finna skip, I tried to sell weed, give me cash for the zip

The way yo' girlfriend pumped me up in the car, seem like she don't really need no gas for the trip

Millionaire shades, fade with the waves, I smirk at a nigga if he still rockin' braids

That just let's me know that we ain't on the same page and that goes out to every nigga, except Trey

Ayy, I'm outta here, baby, they asked me about the past years and how does it phase me?

I wouldn't take it back, nah, not if they paid me, Mr. Bet You That's Expensive, 'cause it's not a fugazi

Spittin' a Crock Pot of bottomless gravy, the shit is so nasty, how is it tasting?

And you can probably find him walking out of a Macy's, forget a girl, they just thinkin' how to replace me

Exit with a joke, leave these niggas some hope, you took that 'Ye beat and you put that shit in a choke

Well, I'm thinkin' I should leave out on this note, nigga, keep your two cents, I ain't tryna leave you broke

[Outro]

Life of a don, lights keep glowing

Comin' in the club with that fresh shit on

With something crazy on my arm, uh-ahem

And here's another hit, Barry Bonds (Barry Bonds)