[Intro]

La música de Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]

Don't give a fuck about your story, never mattered

Nigga fresh to death like I just came out up the 'Gala

Instruct my little homies with some work like I'm their parent

Dinner at Ballato's, put the pussy on a platter, rather

Often, flossing never gets exhausting

Marathon mental, I'm all in

Fit silly, from the big city

Is she on my dick really or the dick milly?

Or the cuban how it sit chilly, really

Make it imperative to get with me, really

I know the hustlers is feelin' this

Steak tartarе, doing business with hedge fund babiеs they invest

Took a million risks

Brought his wife to the dinner

She did so much botox, she talking like a ventriloquist

Gotta know what you dealing with

Louis the 13th, shots for the table, baby, we really rich

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]

I don't know what possess me to buy another chain

I cop another set, I need another neck

Cartier braces, welcome to Lover's Lane

Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets

(I got the UCLA number five jersey on)

Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets

(On stage, not the basketball courts)

Uh, sprinkle some baguettes, baby

[Verse 2: DOM KENNEDY]

Look, it's deeper than rap like Ross told you

They couldn't pay me enough for what I go through

Before Pro Tools, baby, I would approach you

Like my name is Dominic, can spit you all kind of shit

While most these niggas soft and counterfeit

Online poppin' shit, tryna save a bitch

Me, I like the Turbo in yellow

She love the way I treat her like she special

The Nine double M got a echo

Nike Air on the back of my Jordan Retro's

It's just another day in the hood

Black on black big body Beamer like Suge

I'm too bossy, trick, get off me

Take her to Katana and I switch to Wallabees

Who you know throwing like this

I'm priceless but I keep them blue strips, nigga

I ain't with the playing at all

Hang my jersey on the wall at the Fox Hill Mall

We was young and just wanted to ball

Seen homies get sent to the juvenile hall

Decades later, we still cracking ho

Staying at The Cosmo with one Gucci tote

And it's forest green, and you know I'm clean

Your favorite girl wanna ride with me in the scene

Yeah, it's a motion picture

Ballers, hold your wrist up, we about to flick up

I got the Stussy coat hanging to my knees

That's on All Money In, I'ma squeeze

Shoutout my brother Nip Hussle 'fore I leave

Yelling Other People's Money I-N-C

Yelling Other People's Money I-N-C

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]

I don't know what possess me to buy another chain (Yeah)

I cop another set, I need another neck (Smoke DZA)

Cartier braces, welcome to lover's lane (Yeah)

Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets

Sprinkle some baguettes, baby, no regrets (She know my name)

Uh, sprinkle some baguettes, baby (No regrets)