This a rollie

I'm a convicted felon, a deep boy like Big Meech My ass the Martin, got heated seats Your baby mama my biggest freak You go hard as me, is you kidding me I'm a big dog, you got kitten teeth This chain on me cost a 50 piece My diamonds hit like Muhammad Ali I went shopping for Gucci in Italy You buying fashion, that shitty trend I'ma stay on top, I'ma really win I'm in that S550 getting chin With the TV screen on CNN It's a big 50 copper mini man Especially for the one who took the stand His left side of his dome got pushed in Strap felt like the Hitman If you fake, keep your distance My shoes made by Christian I'm really the shit, man I don't need your assistance A Cartier in my vision Ballin' super hard like Wiggins Got a bad bitch like Tristan I was young, tryna be a rich kid Riding on the streets like Michelin You know such a suss that'll get you in We in VIP by the picture man I was with the plug when he sipped it in Got the count right for the dividends We was really trappin' out of sprinter vans I just built a castle not on sand Your girlfriend, she in my plans But I have to leave her alone cause I'm too advanced I was sipping cough medicine Somewhere in Los Angeles On Rodeo Drive with a Spanish bitch She said, you make her sick Then I made her do the splits Right on top of this dick She sucked it, she don't never spit I'm in Canada with my mistress Running from attorneys in my district This a Rollie, honey, not a Fitbit Came from the slums with the Memphis This a Rollie, not a Fitbit Came from the slums with the Misfit This a Rollie, not a Fitbit This a Rollie, not a Fitbit I don't understand why I'm not part of your plans I put you in a Wraith, soon as the jet land You don't have a man, but you say you do I showed you I was real, you said April Fools We don't live together, but I'll stay with you I beat that box up like it's pay-per-view My last girl jealous, she gon' hate on you She in my DM right now, she tryna make her move But I stay loyal to you, cause I'm bout loyalty When I cook, you clean, I'm Chef Boyardee I bought you that bracelet with the matching chains It's an upgrade, no a plain Jane He don't do the same, I'm in the Hall of Fame When I make it rain, you use your stage name Let's go shopping in Paris, she want Vera Wang Even out the country, she rappin' and yellin' gang, gang