God's Son, they call me Son, ain't no son'in me
Ran a hundred M's, bitch, I'm running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin' girl for fuckin' me?
magine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat
Hip-hop culture, Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR, that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty
4 A.M., still goin', I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats
Slip and slide through Miami, she got on a two-piece