[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
The fuck goin', n***a
Can you turn my mic up a little?
Shit, n***a
(I'm working on dying)
You know what the fuck goin' on, workin' on that too
(Thank You Fizzle)
(Smoov, what's good, baby)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Wondering what life would be like when all this mud spill
Tricky drug deals, off with his head for cut lean
Fun-filled nights with AKs and lots of drums in 'em
Blower on the table, fatties out, can you hold?
See the glitter and the glare on this Moncler, roll bounce
Champagne Papi, give me Chrome Heart
Virgil, give me Off-White, this AP give me frostbites
Adderall and Wockhardt pints gon' be a long night
I'm tryna tell you, every single member in my posse is 'bout rebellion
Titties on the chop hail mary, n***a, Jeffery Berry
Half a million up in pieces, n***a, everything creamy like Ben & Jerrys
Pussy, I'll melt you

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & 03 Greedo]
Cameras out, lot of flashes out, I'm a millionaire
The police pulled me over, what they asked you? Where's the gun you stashed?
Excuse me, sir, I don't answer questions with no lawyer present
I press two buttons, James Bond, it's a golden gun
Cameras out, lot of flashes out, I'm a millionaire
The police pulled me over, what they asked you? Where's the gun you stashed?
Excuse me, sir, I don't answer questions with no lawyer present
I press two buttons, James Bond, it's a golden gun
Shi—, n***a
We are not in the same tax bracket, don't ask me nothin' (Not at all)
This James Bond stash, why I got act in public?
N***a
The police pulled me over, what they asked? Where's the gun you stashed?
N***a
We are not in the same tax bracket, don't ask me nothin'
N***a (Haha)
Six hundred thousand dollars up in jewelry, of course I'm packin' somethin'
Shi— (Yeah)
This James Bond stash, why I got act in public?
[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Out the slums, gang
Two hundred thousand dollars one chain, I never wore it yet
Bitch, they call me greedy, if you fuck me, I need more than sex
I might meant first n***as, but the realer, we don't pour a minute
Spend a million bands and I was standin' on the corner never
Love it when it rains in California, call this corn weather
Fuck raindrops, rain shots like I'm Jordan
Wasn't really known, he would blow and he was gon' get better
Termanent come out with munion shoot just to support the steppers
Nike hit a n***a, Louis V let me designer sweater
Let's just keep it under, rest like blankets over bad weather
I'm sorry, but I step more than the models on the runway
I'm off the pair of fashion, we the only ones that's with the gunplay

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Cameras out, lot of flashes out, I'm a millionaire
The police pulled me over, what they asked you? Where's the gun you stashed?
Excuse me, sir, I don't answer questions with no lawyer present
I press two buttons, James Bond, it's a golden gun
Cameras out, lot of flashes out, I'm a millionaire
The police pulled me over, what they asked you? Where's the gun you stashed?
Excuse me, sir, I don't answer questions with no lawyer present
I press two buttons, James Bond, it's a golden gun

[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
They like, "Ralfy, why you act like this?"
'Cause I know I got some shit that'll make him do a backflip
She like, "What you smokin' on?" Bitch, cat piss
James Bond stash, I can fit ten straps in
I'm the truth, your last n***a was an average n***a
You really be in the streets, bro, you really be with savages
Hit stick on me finna shoot at the maddest n***a
He ain't got no EDD, so these broke n***as start actin' different
PPP bust, he gettin' thirsty, finna scam his sister
She handed me some money 'cause I was cool, you didn't have to hit her
Bitch start actin' like a fag, so I had to bench her
I'm off this Perc' and this Wock', you can have that liquor, the Plug
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Cameras out, lot of flashes out, I'm a millionaire
The police pulled me over, what they asked you? Where's the gun you stashed?
Excuse me, sir, I don't answer questions with no lawyer present
I press two buttons, James Bond, it's a golden gun
Cameras out, lot of flashes out, I'm a millionaire
The police pulled me over, what they asked you? Where's the gun you stashed?
Excuse me, sir, I don't answer questions with no lawyer present
I press two buttons, James Bond, it's a golden gun
Shi—, n***a
We are not in the same tax bracket, don't ask me nothin' (Not at all)
This James Bond stash, why I got act in public?
N***a
The police pulled me over, what they asked? Where's the gun you stashed?
N***a
We are not in the same tax bracket, don't ask me nothin'
N***a
Six hundred thousand dollars up in jewelry, of course I'm packin' somethin'
Shi—
This James Bond stash, why I got act in public?