Mansory

All these Audis in my driveway, they think that I'm the ringleader In a relationship with money, I can't be a cheater  Lil nigga think he cold fr that's why I keep the heater  And I need 500 for a Fuckin feature  Hop up out the Porsche, Gucci shorts, and a wife beater  Bitches just accessories to me, I could never need em Keep so many blue faces on me, you would think I'm Bleed em Heavy lifting all these damn pounds think I need a breather  Ever since a youngin, always knew that I would be rich  Feel like Tom Brady in the field, I predict the blitz  Do it for the ones that told me, I wouldn't be shit  That's really my life, I got a fetish for expensive whips All my life, all I ever wanted was a v10 Don't panic surrounded by vipers, this the snake pit   Carry loaves of bread, in my pocket, he got wheat thins  H&K send you to Der Gott, try to take shit   Niggas really gotta quit it with this rap cap Have you ever had 6 phones just for Snapchat At this point this shit a game, these niggas fans of me Every time I come back balling harder, ain no stopping Steez Tried to stop me, came back and dropped 50, I must be The Freak  Feel like Rocky sippin on some Wocky, long live me Ion want shit from you baby, just be my peace  S63 got 800, this ain for the weak I catch you lying to me once, then you in the blender  How the f*ck this bitch obsessed with me, I ain even hit her  Sent the Bentley out to Mansory, for expensive fenders  Prime and Proper on a Tuesday night, for a waygu dinner Why the f*ck it's 700 horses in the grocery getter To keep it simple nigga this bitch different, German engineering  I could drive the Panamera through the snow, if I wanted to But I won't, cuz I got the 7 truck, it start a Q High revving 5.2, it sound like a nascar  Think that I been sippin too much red, cuz I'm on mars  Diamond headlights on the Bentley coupe, dancing with the stars Got a dream, just believe that shit, and you gone go far