| All this expensive linen, it got me feelin' like John with the Beatles |
| Lifestyle high fashion |
| I went and spent about three on my denim |
| Rollin' down Abbey Road and I’m drivin' slow, blowin' gas out the foreign, uh |
| Feelin' like oh, darling, I cannot leave you, no, Iike I’m McCartney, uh |
| Now and then I think I need you |
| But sometimes I feel like I don’t |
| Chrome Heart the chain, gang swang |
| All this money make me cold, uh |
| Drippin' in Dior-y fabrics |
| Money comin' in, no nitro |
| None of my bitches average |
| And my neck and wrist look like a lightshow with the pyro |
| All this mony treat me differnt |
| Baddies treat me like I’m Hendrix |
| Cartier frames be my lensies |
| Black Beatle, John Lennon |
| Big ol' baguetties, boogers in my tennis |
| Mike Amiris with the spinach |
| Aw yeah, Black Beatle, John Lennon |
| Going to fly away |
| Can you imagine? |
| A nigga so classic |
| Mike Amiri be my fashion |
| Fly away |
| Can you imagine? |
| Lifestyle ain’t average |
| John Lennon with the Patek |
| Uh-uh-uh |
| Stackin' hundreds in the rubber bands 'til they bust out |
| You can’t compare me to no other nigga, I’m Clearport and they bus route |
| Aw yeah, blew a hundred piece on the bustdown |
| I two-tone the Patek and plain jane the AP, that pole is a must now |
| Uh, I Maxwell with the silver hammer, know it’s up now |
| We come together and she call me your majesty, I give her them tough rounds |
| Now and then, feel like I need you |
| Sometimes I feel like I don’t |
| Chrome Heart the chain, gang swang |
| Big money make me cold |
| All this money treat me different |
| Baddies treat me like I’m Hendrix |
| Cartier frames be my lensies |
| Black Beatle, John Lennon |
| Big ol' baguetties, boogers in my tennis |
| Mike Amiris with the spinach |
| Aw yeah, Black Beatle, John Lennon |
| Going to fly away |
| Can you imagine? |
| A nigga so classic |
| Mike Amiri be my fashion |
| Fly away |
| Can you imagine? |
| Lifestyle ain’t average |
| John Lennon with the Patek |