Doors Up

Yeah, lift the I8 doors up Baddest bitches on the tour bus Hit the bank and withdraw somethin' Engineer hit the record button Life, I'm not at all frontin Like, I seen it all cousin Flights in first class cabins Pinot Noir chats wit the captain See, when you do world class rapping The wildest shit happens Carpets get rolled out, cameras get to flashing Boxes get mailed out, you in the latest fashion New jeans to put cash in Tops get dropped, seatbelts get fastened Top in the drop, seatbelt unfastened Drop by the spot no lines, just dappin' Fake pat downs they just let you bring the gat in Take a Look around this all us You hear them Lamborghinis warm up? Shit they wouldn't let me in the door, so I made music y'all adore now I'm lifting all my doors up Uh, y'all niggas know I don't talk much Shit let me get shit off bruh I grew up pouring Henny 'cause my boys gone Feels good spilling Henny near my Koi pond Boy I had boy on them blocks that you boys on I was making noise on that strip, with a toy on my hip That a flip everybody if the points wrong a bit on my coins, now look my Bitcoin long Yeah, no more running from these cop cars We just run it up then go and cop cars The hand I was dealt was appalling Nowadays my hand lookin' all in