Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range
When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane

Said Rick Owens boot, they be knee-high, mane
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten
Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again
And honestly on to better things, that's her friend
These niggas groupies, they peons, mane
King of my city like Leon, mane
'Head of these niggas by eons, mane
She let me touch for the free-on, mane
So you know that's a must like Elon, mane
They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, mane
I was holdin' down my team like my name was