Tikoon been in my bag

You trash

Throw em in glad

Get money

No I don’t get mad

Boss nigga

I run up tab

Yall niggas ain’t fuckin wit Taz

Bad bitch she throwing that ass

She poppin that pussy

I’m poppin them tags

Chasin no bitches

Im chasing this cash

Stacking these bands

And put in my stash

Rainy days coming

My paper gone last

Dripping designer

Flying first class

Airplane mode

Getting air bags

Hating ass niggas want a piece of my dough

Feeding my Team

You serve pizza for dough

Delivering heat

Straight to yo door

Only see green

Always on go

They need Cup holders

I’m Hot as shit

Foreign my whip

Exotic bitch

Dead prezis

When I’m taking politics

They know I’m the shit

& I got em pissed

Living my life like a bucket list

Need a mop for drip

You can’t fuck with this

Cop a few cribs

Make em flip

Shoot for stars

Load the clip

I’m not in a rush

I’m taking time

I get a rush

Higher climb

I’m living plush

Cannot recline

AP mode

Hitting decline

They pay me attention

They pay you no mind

My circle so small

That is almost a line

God made me a star

Everything is aligned

I’m blessed

I’m getting paid just to rhyme

Just getting started I cannot be stopped

Tidemilionaires bout to open up shop

Tidewater bottles im serving the block

Now watch how I Warren buffet these stocks