It's Pierce Brosnan, cross you up like Ivey Allen Iverson, Versace rims with lemon tint The lime Benz candy, coat it the applesauce The apple gloss on Miami Beach, David Hassle me I'm Tim McGraw, I don't pass the Ball fourth quarter shoot the lights off break, three-on-one I tear the basket off (get off) Aw shit, look who it is the white Wesley Rocking Byzantine, my attitude is Sheen Walk around with more on me than a triple beam The mansion, three-story living room trampoline Mi casa so big it the maids a whole week to clean I like to drive Versace jeans in limousine I can freestyle to a and a tambourine The abominable laughing inside my golden vault The Candy Copper Helicopter I'm playing golf (fore)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hooah, hooah,
Yeah, I got bitches by the playing leapfrog Butt-naked in the livin' room, look like Reese Witherspoon (Real fine bitch) What's up? I'm Dean Martin Christmas tunes Every time I open up my email see million (I'm rich) That bitch wanna suck my dick then she floss Clean them teeth for a boss, Moss Diamonds on my cross, swear to God I'm a God I don't no blasphemy, Jesus eat at Applebee's I'm with my bitch in the bed Game of Thrones Waiting 'til Khaleesi's dragon's big enough to control Rich as Vince MacMahon, your bitch like Triple H that pussy on lock, put it in a safe All my chains on, flexing while I'm Vines love me, watching all of them like a million times (replay on that ass) Throwing money in face, we forever paid These hoes and I look like pink lemonade great (tastes great) Grade A (grade A) Grab your bitch a vaycay (in the Bahamas) at these haters AK (Wooo, yeah, I got ya!)