Invoice - Intellectual

[Verse 1: NoCap]

I get paid to speak, the labels send the invoice

No time for niggas mad, I'm ballin’ like I'm James Harden

I'm focused on these commas, I’m so tired of dodgin' sentences

I'm loyal to my homies and I'm richer than my enemies

Told G-Man if we touch the top, then we won't see the bottom

Concrete jungle, if it's meant, then we gon' see about it

The streets, they need me, that's the reason all my songs leak

Christian Dior don’t help me much, thеm demons on me

[Chorus: NoCap & Rylo Rodriguez]

(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah

(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah

(Yеah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah

(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)

I bought this watch to flex, I can’t tell the time on this bitch

Up the wrist, Van Cleef

When I hit, Plan B

Call a Lyft, she stayin' with me

Yeah, yeah

Boot me up, don’t slow me down

Bought the rear-view camera, ain't like how it sound, ain't got the kit

Wake up in the morning, I pour this shit for breakfast, I'm sippin’ grits

NoCap loud as me, yeah, I'ma hide all the keys

I'm ridin' in the Bent' to Veeze, hittin' shit like Austin Reeves

I'm gettin' so tired of you niggas hatin', I went and turnt off fatigue

Lil' bro still rock the CDL, but he made that off a V

Bought the car to flex, I don't know the price of this shit

Text the jeweler "meth," he put some ice on my wrist

I sip Wock' and Tech, I don't need no price of no Trish

Won't see me lost for breath, I save a life if you lick

Cover my heart with Chrome, got that shit on like I'm Kent

Lot of these niggas be buyin' pussy, but I don't pay a cent

Told a bitch we ain't goin' on no date, make her order carry-out

Miss me with a wedding, I left her naked at the Marriott