[Verse 1]
Old money flow, yeah I did mine bigger
…flow so King Kong, n***a
You got big money, man? How long n***a
Can't talk right now, I'm in Hong Kong, n***a
My Polo rounds, f** her for only a photo now
Sitting on cinnamon, Cocoa Brown
Wanna be me, but they don't know how; so profound
Who cares what they be on, I'm in the sun with aviators
I'm my favorite song, I came to ball
And aim at y'all, you know the semi-automatic with no safety on
Alright? Bow down, my ladies want a shout out
Take her, flip her over, lower black guy leave that blah-dow
Ass backwards, chris-cross
T-Rex, Chris Bosh
n***a we eating so Rick Ross
Brown rice, fish sauce
Fly as a kite, man, I must be
Claiming to be what them thugs be
These n***as making it dusty
‘Cause I'm aiming at you like I just sneezed…