We got London on da Track Drop top, wop If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed I've got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her She runnin' through my mind, that's a fine idea And I ain't Blake Griffin, I don't drive no Kia If it ain't 10 mil, I can't sign no deal I'm all about a check, fresh Nikes, let's do it And I spy a bitch that wanna scrape, get to it Trap tutorial, ridin' down Memorial From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria If you don't like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then I'll be on a private island, vibin' to violins Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father An eight figure nigga just walked into Wal-Mart If you ain't gettin' money then move out of Georgia 100 tapes and goin', go check my discography The freshest nigga livin', go check your photography Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed Made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG Bulletproof Range, the coke color albino Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão Makin' money in piles sellin' people the Pyro Click the link in the bio, I'm the illest that I know I'm the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title Had to Roc just like Tidal, sell a preacher the Bible I'm a hustler for real, sell a hospital vital Sell my cousin some Adderall 'cause he takin' his finals Tity Boi your highness, make it through any crisis All I do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us Got the Ye on the bracelet, got the Ye on the frame Got the Ye on the watch, Ye to the game Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed Don't mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most Ran through my first million playin' on the West Coast Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let's make a toast I run circles 'round scrap niggas with a blindfold And she said "Let's make love", want me to fuck with my eyes closed But lil' mama so fine when she took her clothes off I went straight in it both eyes closed (You're crazy bruh) Ha, wait a minute, I'm fresh as fuck, let me strike a pose Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold She walkin' 'round my penthouse in my Versace robe Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code Servin' out the kitchen but I never touched the stove I told my bitch "You mine's now, you ain't gotta work Just keep it real and let's go spend the mils" Cartier frames, call me four eyes Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I post But it's a beautiful day outside today Don't know which car I'ma drive today Promoter just brought me 200 grand And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed