The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-10-07T03:01-03:00 - US X2
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous
The money is autonomous
Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?
[Interlude]
Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
Look
[Verse 2]
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass
The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time-lapse
Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance
You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses
I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
[Interlude]
Like, don't even worry about it, like
You can hit me back whenever, or
Or don't, you know?
It is what it is, I guess
Yeah, hm
Look
[Verse 3]
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no-hetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
Next thing you know, we tip-toein' past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy
I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake
I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape
Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do
I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha
[Outro]
(In God's hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
It jild sprekt foar himsels, ik neam it Fortune-Tell
Fjoer top fan in teef dat wurkje by bedriuwsferkeap
Chinchilla Ushanka, Wy ski 'út yn Courchevel
Breakin 'nijs, se besochten him te fermoardzjen, mar de jonge rint
Ik gean fuort nei toernee en myn niggas fuckin 'gean nei de finzenis
Preekje 'oan' e bout fan 'e hûnen wol mear foar harsels
It is swierwei weagje op myn morele skaal
Kenne 'se gong', ferkeapje in oare boarger 'cane, se tinke dat se orson welles
Rinne yn chanel, se hâlde, "hoe't jo mear chanel nedich binne?"
Ik krige dizze katten tuckin 'staarten op fjirde kwartferkeap
Ik bin wend om triennen te sjen drop oer enoarme mielen
It restaurant ferwideret út, Faint Echoes fan Lauryn Hill
Ik sis: "Wy moatte oer ús prate," Ik fiel my as Jordan Peele
Koe fertelle dat ik 'ûnder jo hûd krije as in oranje peel
Om't jo wurden net oerienkomme mei jo aksjes lykas in bûtenlânske film
En no is it stil yn it laam 'lykas de horrorfilm
Dingen krije stil nei my Statin 'it fanselssprekkend
Dingen krije kinky nei fyftjin jier fan dominânsje
DAT Oktober Himmel lookin 'oninous
It jild is autonoom
Shout 'nei Oliver Noard, hy út yn Rome doin' Toronto Shit
En Jeremia, de wachtsjen, jo NIGGAS witte hoe let it is
Ik bin yn en út Houston hobby sa folle, ik bin in hobbyist
Hoes wachtet op cench yn 'e lobby, dat jonge in lobbyist
Savage hat in griene kaart direkt út it konsulaat
Wêr't ik gean, gean jo, broer, wy Joegoslaavsk
Formeel is de jurkkoade, Dawg, safolle kontrôles skuld
Ik fiel TsjechyskLowiaan, Nigga, wat de fuck?
[Interlude]
Nah, ik bin no direkt ferljochte, foar echte, lykas
Ik fiel my as Mike de glove útskeakele foar de pinne, lykas
Dizze shit gewoan te wurkjen op it stuit, jo wite it?
Sjen
[VERSE 2]
Diamanten dogge de Silly Dance, ik ferheegje it wynlês op
Metalen detektoren beepin 'en feiligens bypass
De sifers geane op, immen lûk de line-grafyk op
De dagen geane troch, it is lykas ik libje yn 'e tiid-lapse
Is praat om adel te gean lykas hy mearde yn finânsjes
Shania Twain, Notepad, ik meitsje it line-dûns
Jo besykje my te berôvjen, en it is GON 'Fiel jo as jo sitte op jo favorite restaurant' oarsaak, nigga, dat is wêr't jo stjerre '
Mobbannen, ik swarde dat wy graach in teef hâlde mei fyn susters en moaie neef, de famylje allegear min
Ik preekje oan 'e dawgs oer skjinmeitsjen' se ôfbyldings
Ik swarde dat ik as in jonge t.D. Jakes nei myn menace
Lang-tút goeienacht, PDA foar myn nemesis
Trije Hunnid acres, PGA op it terrein
Dat is wat echt beugel 'lykas dit fers yn haakjes
Ik bin op guon fan Givin 'oan Niggas, neam it net iens
[Interlude]
Lykas, meitsje it net iens soargen oer, lykas
Jo kinne my werom slaan wannear, as
Of net, wite jo?
It is wat it is, tink ik
Ja, HM
Sjen
[Verse 3]
Jo jonge jonges nimme wat fan dat jild en set it ôf
Net havin 'genôch om jo belesting te beteljen is in federale misdied
Jo niggas obsedearre mei my, en it is net op no-hetero vibe
Behannelje fleis sa stil, jo tinke dat ik it slide lit
Folgjende ding dat jo wite, wy tipt-toein 'ferline fijânslinen
Fergrieme my sa lang lyn, wy meitsje jo oantinkens
Conspiracy-teoryen starte it float fan 'e floatje lykas de Kennedy Guy
Ik sil prolly in wrok hâlde tsjin jim jongens 'oant ik bin fiif-fiif-fiif
Ayy, niggas lyin 'foar in livin', ik koe net relatearje
Wy moatte allegear yn it bêd lizze, wy meitsje, mar dat koe net drake wêze
Jo twongen in protte falske leafde as echte yn jo gesicht stiene
Dêrom binne jo ferlitten troch jo niggas lykas puddin 'en taart
Ik haw jo op kamera bowin 'Dowin', mar de opnamen is feilich
Tankje God, in oare USB om yn 't feilich te setten
Tankje God, by de krip, Dippin 'myn foet yn' e mar
Ik swarde dat jo my yn 'e skurk omdraaid, ik koe net ûntkomme
Net sizze 'Ik bin it bêste by wat ik doch
Ik sis gewoan 'dat it my fersus is wa't ferlieze wol
Kies ien fan 'e Wa's wa't, ik krige .22 foar nije bemanningen
RÊST YN FREDE. nei de dj út Houston, wy kwytrekke
Helikopters, copljochten, en nijsbeken
Niggas stiif Cryin 'oan myn heit, goed, boo-hoo
Do hearde jo in soad oer de jonge, goed, wier, wier, haha
[Outro]
(Yn Gods hannen) Ja
(Wês tankber)
(Dat hy dêr wie)