[Intro]
La musica Harry Fraud

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Uh huh
I'm four-deep in a Bimmer (In a Bimmer)
Right wrist like it's fresh out the cleaners (Out the cleaners)
Shit gleamin' (Shit gleamin')
I'm going hard for my dreams and you dreamin' (And you dreamin')
A lot of hoes at my shows and they screamin' (And they screamin')
A lot of hoes and they chose, what's the meaning? (What's the meaning)
These know I'm a whole different breed (Chuuch)
You better know it's a whole lotta P (Chuuch)
Whole lotta fly shit, flash it (Flash it)
Big whips and they icy, mash it (Mash it)
Big shit and I pop it, classic (Classic)
Big chips in my pocket, gas it (Gas it)
I got these YSL frames, lookin' past you (Lookin' past you)
I got this 24 chain, gold magic (Gold magic)
I'm puttin' game on thеse hoes like a pagеant (God damn)
I preach gems to a bitch like she Catholic, it's automatic

[Guitar solo]

[Verse 2: Premo Rice]
Yeah
I'm on this beat like a new jack (Like a what)
Fly n***a, Tom Ford on my shoe rack (Yeah)
With a Louis V scent on my garments (On my garments)
Drop game on a bitch say I'm charming (Say I'm charming), she look astonished (Talk to' em)
We in the back of the Nobu vibin', trying to give guidance (Give guidance)
She tell me how she had dreams flying private (N***a what?)
I tell the bitch it take change and some stylin' (Style)
The P is silent (Yeah), I'm on an island (On an island)
With a million-dollar crib that I'm eyein' (That I'm eyein')
And this million-dollar game I'm supplyin' (I'm so what)
Only difference is I do it and you tryin' (You tryin')
Countin' cheddar to the bank hella early, had to check a trap, only 'bout four-thirty (Real early), this bitch Shirley
Ten toes to the game, bitch worthy