[Intro]

Sfrey Rung

[Chorus]

I'm in the back of the Rolls'

Chillin' but still got my eyes on the road

My vibe different

I cannot be cloned

Know I'm a king

Better bow to the throne

Petty shit is some' I don't condone

Leave it alone or I get in that zone

Pretty bitch done got too much Patron

And now she can't help but to get in that mode

Distanced myself when your true colors showed

That's what you do when you finally grown

Healthy or sick, they gone still wipe your nose

Way too aware to accept bеing dissowned

Check all the chеcks and the money I've blown

I keep a personal chauffer at home

Talking to me, better practice your tone

Or we get to sprayin' like your favorite cologne

[Verse 1]

Sleeping inside of the Maybach

I thought I was home 'cus I woke up to curtains

Ain't got extra time to lay back

That money won't chase itself and that's for certain

Destined to get me some payback

The haters ain't think I'd remember to hurt 'em

Blue cheese on me, yes I say that a lot

But I promise it won't ever curdle

I jumped over the hate like a hurdle

Niggas diss and turn into a turtle

Pop my shit, I don't need a rehearsal

Only real niggas keep a small circle

I went two the Maybach

And the inside got accents of purple

Won't backdoor, I don't play that

I'm too loyal, my vibe universal

Should I go G5 or the Rolls' truck?

Shit, I got a whole lot of options

Gucci cashier should know that I'm coppin'

Step on necks 'til I land in the coffin

We don't go back and forth with no lil' bitty bitch or no nigga

We know that they plottin'

Bring the flame like a torch

Now I'm making a couple of figures

I tripled my profit

[Chorus]

I'm in the back of the Rolls'

Chillin' but still got my eyes on the road

My vibe different

I cannot be cloned

Know I'm a king

Better bow to the throne

Petty shit is some' I don't condone

Leave it alone or I get in that zone

Pretty bitch done got too much Patron

And now she can't help but to get in that mode

Distanced myself when your true colors showed

That's what you do when you finally grown

Healthy or sick, they gone still wipe your nose

Way too aware to accept being dissowned

Check all the checks and the money I've blown

I keep a personal chauffer at home

Talking to me, better practice your tone

Or we get to sprayin' like your favorite cologne

[Verse 2]

Walk inside the room with my neck on freeze

Walk inside the room and she already on her knees

Car push start, I ain't got no keys

Half a million dollars sittin' on my white tee

Keep a bodyguard inside the S-U-V

Trackhawk, bitch this ain't a S-R-T

Real big flex and I do it with ease

Don't matter where I'm at

I'm call a hit from overseas

Whatever it takes, I'ma pop my shit

Hoes steady tellin' me block my bitch

Tell 'em to go when that stop light switch

Niggas switch up when that spotlight hit

Heard she a thot so I'm not gone hit

This unreleased, you can't rock this drip

I don't take L's and I'm not gone miss

You taking L's 'cus you don't got hits

Money ain't everything

But it's a difference when you tryna get it

You know that I'm with it

Nine times out of ten

That bitch gone let me hit it

She see that my vibe way too strong not to dig it

One or the other

The money or numbers

Don't matter, we run up the digits

I'ma strike 'em like thunder

Might be undercover

My hard work ain't going unwitnessed

[Chorus]

I'm in the back of the Rolls'

Chillin' but still got my eyes on the road

My vibe different

I cannot be cloned

Know I'm a king

Better bow to the throne

Petty shit is some' I don't condone

Leave it alone or I get in that zone

Pretty bitch done got too much Patron

And now she can't help but to get in that mode

Distanced myself when your true colors showed

That's what you do when you finally grown

Healthy or sick, they gone still wipe your nose

Way too aware to accept being dissowned

Check all the checks and the money I've blown

I keep a personal chauffer at home

Talking to me, better practice your tone

Or we get to sprayin' like your favorite cologne