(Verse):

Turnt up off my entourage

At Magic City and the dancers hoes

Bel-Air with the Hennessy bottles and you know I brought the bands to throw

With this music shit I'm Michaelangelo

Most of y'all tryna be Donatello

At Versace Mansion, like I'm Donatella

I drink Remy straight, I don't want a Stella

I'm in Sicily with some foreign models

Sippin Sauvignon out the fuckin bottle

But in Italy, do what Italians do

Chase the Vin Santo with Italian food

Got a bitch look like Angelina

She be dancing like a ballerina

Tanning naked on the third coast

Wearing nothing but a fur coat

I run that money up like a slot machine

Cashin the check like I won the lottery

Smoking so much they should call it pottery

Walk in the club and them bottles pop for me

I broke the curb in that new Charger

So lit off the sticks, shit is getting harder

My neck and my wrist is on Peter Parker

The rocks in your watch can't get any darker

Shootin money, son your shit is broke

Every night we make a different toast

Looking like money head to toe

In the way niggas do the most

Take a one flight out to Puerto Rico

Jet skiing with my favorite people

Ice glowing, and my skin glowing

Look like Moses coming down to all the Hebrews

I just wanna see the promised land

Let them hoes know that I'm the man

Big booties and a perfect smile

Come make it juicy for me on demand

17 for my fuckin guys

We ain't selling weed dog, we staying high

Born & Paperboii at my side

They been down with me through the fucking ride

Now myniggas boutto get filthy

All the cars, nigga all the broads

Purple robes, and you know they're silky

We came up, I'm a fuckin star

We came up and it wasn't hard

Only thing hard was the work

White cup and its full of syrup

When I start drinking, I'ma leave Earth

Young nigga off the syruuuuup and weed

When I'm high I feel like Herrrrrrcules

(That French model like dessert for me)

She like how I wear my Balmain

Comme des Çarçones for her to crawl on

I picked a star just for us to fall on

I like her better with nothin at all on

I want a girl look like Jasmine Sanders

So we can be F.R.I.E.N.D.S. like my name is Chandler

I'll be Big Daddy like Adam Sandler

She can be my very Pink Panther

She like shopping and she love Chanel

I make her laugh like I'm Dave Chapelle

I want the Charts; Microsoft Excel

Bars hotter than a bat outta hell

I mix the juice with the yellow bars

Can't see past these shades, but I'm in the stars

All designer shit, Fashion is like an art

I'm stunting this Fall with a Fendi scarf

(Chorus):

I ain't got nothing

(Nothing for you)

I ain't got nothing

(Nothing for you)

I ain't got nothing

(I ain't got nothing for you)

I ain't got nothing

(Nothing for you)