[Verse 1:]

Got a one-eyed bitch, gimme brain in the back of the ship

She attached to the hip with an ass so fat that it weigh me down

Stacking my chips, not the one in my arm

Talkin bout the business moves, we rich

Love my family, man I love my clique

Gotta know the type of shit you on, Fuk u mean you not gonna snitch

Moving crazy lately, like you hate me

Broke my heart like I broke up with Amy

Now I gotta put em in they places

Catch a bullet flying where you staying

Thousand years just dormant in the ice

Now I’m spitting flames like I was Spyro

Chill at Mars Vеgas, took a flight

Hit the tables aiming for the high roll

[Chorus:]

Lil’ Phillip smokеd a J, it got me Fried

Old New York repping, why don’t you come outside

Got the wavy flow express to the planet—

Straight to the moon, that wasn’t no rhetorical

Must be the minerals on my neck—

Why these fuck bots keep taking me for granite (yeah)

[Verse 2:]

Got rich, never planned it (yeah)

Ended up a Billionaire

So I throw my hands in the air

Got Bezos’ pesos in the bank, my bitch Ratchet, call her Clank

Bender pour me another drank, Zoidberg with me, know he stank

3, 2, 1, blast off!

Take a fuckin rocket to the omicron, Persei 8

Not covid, Leela took my strain, DNA in her brain, on some hoe shit

Got a feeling the the flow so fast, it’s expresso time a hundred

Cold like a Tundra

I got ice, know my cheques look abundant

Smoke a Billy, not Kanye-West, boy I love it

[Chorus:]

Lil’ Phillip smoked a J, it got me Fried

Old New York repping, why don’t you come outside

Got the wavy flow express to the planet—

Straight to the moon, that wasn’t no rhetorical

Must be the minerals on my neck—

Why these fuck bots keep taking me for—

Lil’ Phillip smoked a J, it got me Fried

Old New York repping, why don’t you come outside

Got the wavy flow express to the planet—

Straight to the moon, that wasn’t no rhetorical

Must be the minerals on my neck—

Why these fuck bots keep taking me for granite (yeah)