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[Verse 1] I'm thinking copping Virgil Benzes or a Tesla truck I don't need my last plug 'cause I just met me one Don't really play the stock market, I invest in guns I made albums and this year the best is yet to come These bitches sent a couple dollars and ain't met me once Just landed overseas and brought the best of Runtz Me and the 'nect at Duck & Waffle, we just met for brunch We came together, held it down until we stеpped it up Hotel suite with a viеw outside the London Eye I told my bitch "Let's make a kid and have a boy this time" In '93, I was eleven in the number nines Little bro just joined Islam, alhamdulilah You ain't met a star as humble as I Bitch asked my zodiac, I told her "Money my sign" Auntie said they found cancer in her stomach this time I stayed strong but really wanted to cry, can't even lie [Chorus] I'm thinking Richard Mille, probably go Patek first Fucked the bitch's head up, she checked my net worth Bitch tryna check for me, I need a cheque first I'm steady getting it off these hoes 'cause it's less work I'm thinking Richard Mille, probably go Patek first Fucked the bitch's head up, she checked my net worth Bitch tryna check for me, I need a cheque first I'm steady getting it off these hoes 'cause it's less work [Verse 2] I was drowning in conviction but I rose above it I never talked to the police, I got along with judges Older cousin said I'm petty and be holding grudges Glock-26 stock but it hold a dozen Financed another house, now I own a couple Bitch said "I should pay you", now you owe her something How you claim this block is yours? You ain't owning nothing You know my name holding weight, just a bone and muscle Ho just asked for some dough but she know she bugging Looked at this bitch like Money Mitch and said "I'm on a budget" Auntie Harley home for neph', she don't know he thugging Tryna keep him out the streets so I just throw him something You think I'm giving sucker passes? You don't know me cousin Fronted my boy, he tried to pay, said "You don't owe me nothing" I ain't like these young niggas, bitch I'm forty something My nigga really with the shits, you know how he coming [Chorus] I'm thinking Richard Mille, probably go Patek first Fucked the bitch's head up, she checked my net worth Bitch tryna check for me, I need a cheque first I'm steady getting it off these hoes 'cause it's less work I'm thinking Richard Mille, probably go Patek first Fucked the bitch's head up, she checked my net worth Bitch tryna check for me, I need a cheque first I'm steady getting it off these hoes 'cause it's less work