[Verse 1]

Old money flow, yeah I did mine bigger

...flow so King Kong, nigga

You got big money, man? How long nigga

Can't talk right now, I'm in Hong Kong, nigga

My Polo rounds, fuck her for only a photo now

Sitting on cinnamon, Cocoa Brown

Wanna be me, but they don't know how; so profound

Who cares what they be on, I'm in the sun with aviators

I'm my favorite song, I came to ball

And aim at y'all, you know the semi-automatic with no safety on


Alright? Bow down, my ladies want a shout out

Take her, flip her over, lower black guy leave that blah-dow

Ass backwards, chris-cross

T-Rex, Chris Bosh

Nigga we eating so Rick Ross

Brown rice, fish sauce

Fly as a kite, man, I must be

Claiming to be what them thugs be

These niggas making it dusty

'Cause I'm aiming at you like I just sneezed...