[Verse 1: Freck Billionaire]
They call me mr. Bar-for-bar slash mr. Handsdown
I rep West Philly, the Bottom to Lansdowne
Where they catch bodies, and I do mean plural
Candles, teddy bears, they will put you on a mural
Keep the vest on your chest, and I hope it protect ya
When them red lights is on you, like motion detectors
I ain't with the bullsh**, yes, I stay strapped
And I'll lose it, like a needle, in a hay stack
It's nothing to send the shooters to your Benz
Wig shot make you crash like
Luda and Larenz
He was getting outta hand, I show you how to handle it
R.I.P. he be Rip like Hamilton
Smooth getaway when they see the Lamb' spin
I mean literally, the seats made of lamb skin
You know I hurt the interior
Louis seat belts, I'm stunting inferior
New coupe, cleanest sh** they eyes seen
Cause nothing, I got drops like Byzene
You still driving sh** from last year
I got the '09 Lamb' in last year
And the cops ain't quirk the car yet
They wanna give me big ticket like Garnett
This ain't even fair, it's like I am cheating
I blow mad money like Diana Keaton
I'm known to leave the mall with a lot of bags
Louis V, Gucci sh**, man I got it bad
And this is my style, part', I gotta brag
All I do is f**ing cop, like I got a badge
I'm in the club with the new blingers
Got the bad b**hes snapping like two fingers
It's evident, they can tell, I'm forever paid
Gucci gators, fresh out the Everglades
I walk around with a scrilla on
7,000 square feet, that's the villa home
The b**hes ask ”How are you?”
Waterfront, in claves, in the Malibu
And you should see their face
When I tell 'em have a look at the stair case
Perfect spiral like a Tom Brady
Touch down
You need a 100 yards, if you tryna touch pounds
One thing about me, they know I talk the bank
They know I'm yacht status, b**hes wanna walk the plank
I walk around with a treasure on
West Philly, all I do is get my measure on
I got the slow juice at the water house
In this game, the stakes/steaks is high like Border House
I'm wise, that's why I move counterclock
This one is for all the marbles like my counter tops
And if you see me with a bimbo
Then you know, I'm tryna slice like Kimbo
After that, I be tryna feel her buddy a**
She was gonna stand by like a buddy pa**
They know I only roll with bosses
Blow kush, presidential like the Oval Office