Black and Chinese, meds on relieve (yah) Lambo' drivin', you pedestrian (yah, yah) Yeah, ten hundred thousand, apply the pressure (alright) Yeah, she couldn't drive it, she took a Tesla (it's lit) Told her wrap around me just like a necklace (yah) What's

To a fullness 'Ave to express Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor) King of kings Hail di emperor-ore-ore-ore Hail di emperor-or-or Jah that always been I did behold Until the proud was casted down yah

Leave me alone Drunk as fuck Bitch you dumb as fuck Running up the bucks (damn, ay) Bitch you down or what? (Ya) Yah, yah, yah, yah (ay) Yeah, I miss you but I got no time for that Tell you the truth

Nyo-hah, Kee-lah, Kor-ah, Rah-tah-mah. Kor-ah, Daa-nyah. Kor-ah, Rah-tah-mah. Kor-ah, Mah-tah, Kor-ah, Rah-tah-mah. Kor-ah, Rah-tah-mah. Yood-hah, Kor-ah. Kor-ah, Syahd-ho. Rah-tah-mah, Daan-yah. Kor-ah, Kee-lah, Daan-yah. Syahd-ho, Kee-la, Kor-ah,

I wanna be like Kanye I'll be the king of me, me, me Like Kanye, Kanye, yeah yah, yeah yah I have never wished and hoped Didn't need a telescope To see where I am going I have never been the one Trying hard to hold my tongue Is my stereo on

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

We're untouchable Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is Yah mean? We untouchable baby I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads to tips of our toes Everyday the sun'll shine

Lovés pour en avoir, je peux te crosser Pour ce foutu papier, j'ai traîné dehors en course poursuite derrière y'a les porcs Donc même si j'en ai, j'en voudrais encore Ouais, pour en avoir j'peux te crosser, crosser, yah Il ne me reste pas beaucoup de

Chyah, chyah I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah) Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump) Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove (chyah, chyah, chyah) Too much racks in my pocket that