My nigga got on

My nigga got on all white, no socks

My nigga got that cocaina on today

That's how he feel

Turn my vocal up

That's how you feel, Emory?

Turn my vocal up some more

Turn my vocal up, Guru!

Turn the music up too



Super Bowl goals

My wife in the crib feedin' the kids liquid gold

We in a whole different mode

Kid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholed

I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed

Oh, we gon' reach a billi' first

I told my wife the spiritual shit really work

Alhamdulillah, I run through 'em all

Hovi's home, all these phonies come to a halt

All this old talk left me confused

You'd rather be old rich me or new you?

And old niggas, y'all stop actin' brand new

Like, 2Pac ain't have a nose ring too, huh



Nobody wins when the family feuds

But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit

I'm clear why I'm here, how about you?

Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute

Mmmmm

Pretty much

If anybody gettin' handsome checks, it should be us

f**k rap, crack cocaine

Nah we did that, Black-owned things

Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne

And we merrily merrily eatin' off these streams

Y'all still drinkin' Perrier-Jouët, huh

But we ain't get through to you yet, uh

What's better than one billionaire? Two (two)

'Specially if they're from the same hue as you

Y'all stop me when I stop tellin' the truth