Everything Allocated

I'm back at it once again, niggas thought it was a myth.

I got pillows in the back of the machine blowing piss.

Pay cash for the bill, yeah, the conversation different. Copping assets, thinking ahead for the children.

Feds hit the block and it ain't never been the same.

Whoever would've thought that I'd get rich from the shit that I learned in the game? Man, I fought for this shit.

Man, it cost for this shit, everything allocated.

Look, my money too long to just be worried about a nigga. S cargo, might do Paris for the winter.

Invest a couple million, pull up limited edition. I ain't even gotta talk about it, house with a loft inside it.

Another opportunity, my life so beautiful.

My stock keep accumulating, you can't low bro me.

I'm too smooth, stuck thinking Maybachs with no roof or Ruff far gray with the stock shoes. I'm parked at another spot, sparked and I'm heading out.

My conversation light unless you talking about spreading out.

COD, bring 'em out, make sure it's wrapped well. Very little clientele, but everything so consistent.

Everything so efficient, niggas know my numbers big.

So even though my clientele small, touch a mil' quick. Did it all with no assists, I calculate in my sleep.

I'm out the max with the heat, whole different pedigree.

I got a smoke room in your bitch crib you never been in.

A couch you never sat on, you not allowed up in there.

You can't hang with the grown-ups, you chilling out with the big kids. The ones who think they like us, but really nowhere near there.

These niggas acting wizard, all out there in his ear.

My ex wish she was still here, she reminiscing in tears. My Benz windows is clear, you see me chilling in there.

I'm lounging on a beach chair somewhere where you would be scared.

I'm rolling in a brown Rolls, nigga, Coco Beware. Chocolate eclair, pre-rolls is prepared.

Park Yogi Bear picnic baskets, vintage classics.

Bentleys passing, security gate, to and fro the mansion.

I'm having marriage on album, it's mad men, they spazzing. Water under the bridge, another million for the kids.

Fools never could do what I did, my whole crew got coupes with kids.

AMGs, Brabbuses, hella keys, but not to sniff. You push a button, the roof lift. I left it running, front this bitch,

Eastside, ooh, he sick.

-What's up, man? What's happening tonight?

-You're getting old, I almost don't -recognize you anymore.

-Last time I saw you, you told me that you were, uh, gonna go to Louisiana. What happened?