[Intro] We get ghost, you already know what it is Money stuffed in my bag Maybach sh**! Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm [Verse 1] Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us Refugees running wild, Wyclef with a SIG Sauer Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start Now the same cat driving Jaguars Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November Keys to the city got k**ers who slither with me Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty Billionaire bid, wrists on chill Standing in the field of dreams, tryna see a hundred mil These boys going blind they just happy being free In a world of so many I just wanted me a key Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece Slice of cheesecake before my n***as all deceased These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sipping wine Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind [Hook] I'm Berry Gordy to the streets With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast I wanna be there when each one of my kids born Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on Real n***a to the day that I'm deceased Even then I pray I'm living through these beats Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf [Verse 2] Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick Always running late, quick to show up with your b**h The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit Red or blue, do you, as long as you're getting rich Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that's a n***a pocket change These n***as acting like they want a war! When it come to whacking n***as I done won awards n***a, you a b**h, where yo' Honda Accord? I'm riding in some sh** only I can afford Shouldn't claim the hood til you build a rapport Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour I'm laughing at the people who label me poor Now I piss on Europeans, you'd think it was p**n [Hook] [Outro] I'm speaking on unwritten laws -- the code of the streets I'm not the type of n***a that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him And do what the f** you want to do n***as like me, you gotta get permission homie! And that could take a long time! In that time, I'mma handle my muthaf**in business.. Wough! Wough! It's the red light district, n***a this Amsterdam Wherever the f** I'm at It's a no go We greenlight you b**h n***as Rozay!