Poolside - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Gorgeous Mirages]

40 acres 40 ounces

Stack that cash like a mountain

Own my masters, fuck these rappers

They live in 11 chapters

My self image ain’t a shop

I don’t ever talk with op

Fuck feelings gimmie bank runs

Mother fuck everybody else

I’m a shogun with some gundams

I don’t need no help

Red Ferrari I’m in outrun

Testarossa with a louie belt

Ain’t no top gun

Passport vagabond

You niggas rap for fun

Count digits till we on

Feeling like I’m by the poolside

Just you and I rolling through the night

Withdrawal from my allowance

Cherry wine with my accountant

I spent too much time on the foolish

I doubted myself now the money remaking a fountain

No sir, No fur

Cotton-swabbed on the boulevard

Getting followed by the most finer broads

And a sign of sobs I declined the call

She a city woman I’m suburban with it

Can’t take this any further with her

I’m nomadic with the romance

Coincidentally feel restrained

Phone flash I see names

Feet up I don’t even tan

But the son of god wears reflective lenses

Had to raise the bar just to lift the benches

Feeling like I’m by the poolside

Just you and I rolling through the night

Shout my nigga gorgeous you feel me

I’m gorgeous too