It's so many numbers on my fuckin' schedule

I reached in the cooler with the emeralds all in my bezel

Before I pulled off, gotta check the levels

Pocket full of Jacksons, I'm just stackin'

I ain't spendin' nothin'

Yellow Bottega with a number, they only made a few

G-Wagon all up the 5, I shoulda took the coupe

Organized crime, gotta stay organized

when you playin' with them pies

Sometimes I'm wakin' up with cold sweats

Nigga wanna snake me

Watch cost a eighty

Katie with a snare, lil' tuck in the Mercedes

I'm way too advanced, I'm Sea Ranch tannin'

You brought sand to the beach, I brought snow to Alaska

My income passive, portfolio massive

I'm chillin', checkin' the irrigation at the castle

In a 296, I'm spinnin', turnt off the traction

Soon as the Michelins hit the tarmac, I'm straight to it

These youngs prayin' that they get a call back

I want it all, so I make sure I spend my time wisely

Articulate myself well when talkin' dollars

My seat back as I'm cruisin' through the sunset

Hunnids so new, I ain't even get to thumb yet

I'm tellin' nigga, "Get down or lay down"

We takin' over shit, we want ownership, equity

Cuttin' off anything with ho tendencies

Don't pity me, swimming pool infinity

You minuscule, I'm big league, dustin' off my 'Rari keys

Uh, 296s, SF90s

Matted-out Ducatis, chromed-out Walley

Tilted to the side, watch that shit get to droppin'

I had dreams of that Mazi

Woke up in a Bentley on my way to Serramonte

Fuck it, who coppin'?

Uh, goddamn

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Damn

296s, SF90s

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Goddamn

Sock it to me

Uh

Good job