Runny Nose lyrics

[Intro]
Conductor, we have a problem
C-C, bonjour

[Verse 1]
Now we out in France eatin' french toast
Belstaff trench coat (Uh-huh)
Pedal to the floor, whore, the AMG Benz float (Skrrt)
Cartier lenses, Dior on my ten toes
From the dirt, I rose, plenty M’s is the end goal
I made eighths whole, turned holes to a money roll
Doubled dough, the hustle left the cuddies with a runny nose
I dealt with buyers and suppliers
Seen the powder turn into a solid
With thе Pyrex on the fire
Been thе flyest, ghetto Mya's on my di*k
Like I'm Brent Faiyaz (Haha)
She masturbate to my flyers, she admire
The Devil can’t stand inside the eye of the Messiah (Nah)
Keep 'em in a hole, they never rise higher
Finessin' you was the goal
You sold your soul to the pied piper (Stupid)
sh*t I touch turn to gold, I'm a prime-time rhyme writer
Out for the profit, got brolic pockets (Uh-huh)
Fully invested in the product and the process
You not this (Nah), fly obnoxious
To the top, rose a couple notches
King like Nas in '96, you're novice
Your drops'll never be hot as my sh*t (You n*ggas trash)
Elevated from gettin' my re-up outta mailboxes
Plenty hand-to-hand sales, now I’m globetrottin’
Designer clothes to the toes, so the hoes watchin' (Uh-huh)
Take a flick, it’ll last longer
Keep your eyes on your own paper like class
From where they blast on ya (Boom, boom)
[Chorus]
I had to find a way (Uh-huh)
For you bum-ass n*ggas convo
Ain't got the time of day (Never)
The money comin' fast
Pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)
I had to find a way (I did)
For you bum-ass n*ggas convo
Ain’t got the time of day (Never)
The money comin' fast
Pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
I'm out to touch plaques that say "platinum plus" (Uh-huh)
Your favorite rapper's a pack, I roll 'em up and puff
Do you dirty like John Cuff (Uh)
I come from a line of hustlers that probably sold your mom stuff (Haha)
Little powder, pebble for a fifty (What else?)
Pill for a dub, now my face on Channel 60 (Haha)
Left the game, ain't looked back, don't care if it miss me (f*ck)
Millions in my future, servin' fiends in my history
f*ck you n*ggas on the scene, your CD a frisbee
You and your sneakers on lean, watch me style in misery
Ain't no one f*ckin' with me over Conductor sh*t (Nah)
We globally gettin' duckets while you stuck on a sunken ship
[Outro]
Way down in the jungle deep
The badass lions stepped on the signifying monkeys