Cliff, Cliff

Oh my gosh, is that Yarn?

(Shoot)

Shoot it up, nigga we ain't balling

Pour a four tech, baby I'm falling

Yuh, yuh

Jun Takahashi, baby I'm the sharpest

New Dior, I think she like my garment

I got this tech 9, I cannot disarm it

Neiman Marcus, baby what is Target

He a rat, he a [?]

I hear the money calling, baby this is urgent

All day in the bank, baby I be earning

Spend a grip in Louis, I will not return it

Pour a four tech, sip it out the bottle

Prada tee, it came from Milano

Aston Martin, Murcielago

I'm seeing green, pull up to Wells Fargo

My pockets fat, your pockets fit, nigga you broke as shit

30 on me and I'm holding that shit, I won't let go of the shit

He talking down [?], I want the cheese and swiss

I got the Glock, it with a beam, tell me I cannot miss

She said I'm handsome

[?] ransom

Steal the handgun

Girl that's my companion

All these damn funds, no you can't have none

Blue cheese in my pocket, and it weight a damn ton

RCXD, inbound, target acquired

Let's go to Saks, let's spend a bag, baby I'm the buyer

This Helmut Lang, it ain't cost a thing, baby tell me who flyer

These niggas be singing and ratting to 12, go join the choir

He want my bread, and he want beef, turn him to a slider

If he want beef, [?] his meat, like Oscar Mayer

And she left you, now she with me, she's my rider

Number Nine with the Rick, I think she like my attire

My pockets fat, your pockets fit, nigga you broke as shit

30 on me and I'm holding that shit, I won't let go of the shit