Attachments - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Choppa and it got the beam attached, ayy

Slidin' in the Beamer while I'm thumbin' through them racks, ayy

With my señorita, she be countin' up that sack, ayy

These brand new Givenchy shoes, they cost a stack, ayy

I be high as hell, I'm in the sky, I'm smokin' thrax, ayy

All my friends are dead, but I got VLONE on my back, ayy

In the AMG, but I'ma drive it like a Track, ayy

Huntin' for that paper, gotta get it where it's at, ayy

I'm on the hunt (I'm on the hunt, ayy)

Engine in the back, trunk in the front (Trunk in the front)

Smokin' exotic, I stuff five grams in the blunt (Five grams in the blunt)

And don't talk to me if it ain't 'bout no money (If it ain't 'bout no money)

Walk inside the bank, smell like a piece, I got the onion

Pull up in the tank like Master P and leave it runnin'

All this gold on like Mister T, I look like money

Take the roof off and feel the breeze when it get sunny

Ridin' with a chop stick and that bitch can hold a hundred

That bitch come from WrestleMania, a stone cold stunner

All the shit I spit be hot, shit be hotter than a sauna

I just pulled up in a drop, that bitch sit up like a Hummer (Gone)