Oprah & Gayle (feat. Benny The Butcher)

Checkerboard luggage, ramen in the cupboard

I left Art Basel with a sculpture

You listening to the lyrical nunchuck, chuckling dumbfucks

Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough

I kept my lawn cut, it's felling conduct

I got my arm out the window of an armed truck

It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up

On Cleveland Avenue made plays at the Kroger

Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it

The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it

The Cullinan so big it need a stove in it

Now that's deep I just dove in it

The closet came with garage doors

The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores

I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it

I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy

It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks

With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics

Motivated by more that mean

I want more of this, I want more jewelry

More cars I want more cribs, what you expect from a kid?

That grew up with his stomach touching his rib

Echos coming from out the fridge

My papa was a rolling stone I thought you knew that

Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that true facts

Naw mean?

My lighter St. Laurent

Yeah

That's St. Laurent fire

You gotta hold it in ya hand when me, Lil Wayne do a verse like this, yeah

Uh

Hoppin' outta slide outs

Runnin' through a walkthrough

Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes

Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh

Champagne Papi part 2, she my corkscrew

Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like its on zoom

Neck look like anime or cartoons art to 'em

I got the spikes on the Gucci look like Bart to 'em

Gimmie the Nikes lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em

Stunt man

Verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad

Chopper make 'em do the criss-cross or make 'em jump dance

Lump somes, hump bands

What's a young man without a check?

Just a Jumpman, fuck that, Jordan meme

I'ma sip some lean, getta ting and go quarantine

I'ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen

I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on the queen

And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem

This our team, my regimen, I'ma higher being

Purple smoke fire green, sweet 'n' sour cream

Peakin' higher now we towering, peak position

Give my people power now we power fiends

It's addiction, feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring

Ya swing ya missin'

Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition

I'm in pitiful condition

Scratch that, but who was itchin'?

Teamsters the union did it

Tune 'n Tity, Young Money, Tru Religion

Shit, Saint Laurent lighter, woo

I got "stoner-virus," baby

Her right there? She got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm

And her over there? She wouldn't let me fuck so now she got "loney-virus", alright

Ayy, stop leasin' niggas

We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me

Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking

We was sharks (Uh-huh)

I had to chase the paper down until

We trapped the money in vault, kinda crazy

My last bid was the shortest and she didn't wait for me

Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully

It's paper, you know we grind, place a wager

And you be fine (Uh-huh)

I put my fork down now every major want me to sign

Left the hood for Hollywood

It wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it)

For every chick got a beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha)

I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh)

It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes

Love I done inherited music was both of my parents' passion

My name come up, we been talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look

They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took

I wish 'em the best of luck

I asked a question, and he gave me an answer

That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa

Back home, I'm one of the narcos, semi autos

Dodge fans like New York City potholes

Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny

Money made me more hungry

'Cause majority wait til they chubby

And then get comfy, nah

Get that first case then you learn to appreciate

All the risks you gotta take

To turn a Ford to a Wraith (Uh-huh)

Checkin' in on my hood, like I hope all is well

I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle