Provë sum - Intellectual

[Intro: Yeat]

Yeah, I called up Eliantte, said I need the baguettes in the Cuban

Yeah, you talk a whole lot about making that money, boy, you need to prove it

[Chorus: Yeat & SeptembersRich]

All of my clothes come from Italy, all of my bitches be missing me

Yeah, went and got paid, made a new wave, the rest all history

That lil' ass band you made ain’t shit to me

Me and that bitch done had an epiphany

Why the fuck that bitch sniffing on Tiffany?

I boot off the X 'cause it give me abilities

I know he broke, no, it's no tricking me

Lil' shawty gon' pull up and get straight to that licking me

Five hundred for the Chromе Hearts tee, tucked about ten for thе jeans

Yeah, I fell in love with the bean, I got the best and it's no in between

Yeah, bitch, your birds gon' tweak, I'm hittin' Bergdorf every week

Hop out the Maybach, just had a seat massaging me

When I wake up, I'ma take a Perc' before I brush my teeth

But they all diamond now, yeah, so I guess I’m flossing creek

My diamonds wet, they crying

Them diamonds S.I, they not hitting for shit, nobody seeing them shine

I just wake up and get high, I don't even think about trying

My money stand tall, it's so high, why would I think about signing?

Y'all follow the leader, the Simon, Wock' by the liter, four lines

I popped a boot up, I live in the clouds, yeah, I'm in the sky

I heard they put you on life support 'cause your money was so weak

Yeah, I bought the Maybach to get top in it and put the seat down

Yeah, all of my money so up, it's Rick on my feet now

When that bitch pull up, it's WWE, finna beat down, yeah

No Steve Austin, not no OT, ho, Draco hit him, OVO

Dive in that bitch from the throat, from the neck up, yeah, 'cause that bitch throat the GOAT

I'm finna keep popping my shit, yeah, y'all kids just can't get in

We on the side where we win, no S.I, flawless in