Rocafella - Intellectual

[Intro: Veeze]

Gang-gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Fuck you (Skee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee)

Yeah (Yeah)

We gon' get this money, that's forever like Santana

I'ma stitch the gang on all the Forces, Roc-a-Fella (What?)

This ain't "Pimp My Ride", I'm changin' paint on all the Phantoms

Boy, get off my level, I'm a twenty milligrammer

You see me cuffin' on a bitch, I was out of character

Pineapple pop with the Wock', now it look like carrots

Me and all this money said our vows, now we married

Parts for thirty-three, that shit so white, call it Larry

Any nigga ever try my gang probably buried

Nigga, if you scared to blow your gun, then why you carry it?

Walked inside the store and spent four thousand what I'm wearin'

Put so many pills inside your town, look likе the mayor

Pop black as hell, look like I ashеd my—

Pop black as hell, look like I—

Pop black as hell, look like I ashed my 'Wood in it

Talkin' scams, your jack ain't got a single jugg in it?

Code Canadian, I paid a thousand up in Somerset

7.62s'll fuck around and make a Hummer wrecked

Wintertime, first things first, I gotta punch a TEC

Touchdown and stiff armin' shit and I ain't fumble yet

Off the Runtz, I'm lookin' Chinese, joggy Y3

Yeezy V3s cost a stack, I'm a Hypebeast

Gotta play right off a Mac, finna drive East

Run up in his crib and leave his body on the side street

SBDSM, that's the Militia, we ain't fuckin' with you

Wanna ride around with one of us, you gotta tuck a pistol

These ain't Converse, they Rick Owens, boy, the Chucks official

Speed dial, one call, Habibi finna come and get you

I don't sell dog, I do fraud

Wide-body redeye, I'm finna zoom off

High as hell off a lot of yeah, I'm finna rude talk

Ain't a dollar up in doggy pocket, I think dude lost