[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Banco
I’ve got brass knuckles, Cartier’s
I can’t lie, seen harder days
Should be easy when you’re born and raised
By the G code and I keep on
But the 3 tone not 2
Margiela, my shoe
n*gga tryna be me
You should just try to be you
I love my friends, I love my crew
I’m at Pappadeaux's, eatin’ lobster claws
If you b*tch look good I’mma knock that off
I knock it off like horse play
Makin’ it rain like I storm chase
f*ckin’ around with that horse hay
That greenery, that greener weed
Ain’t none really what it seem to be
Like damn, why you try to act like
You ain’t never seen nothing like me before
Girl, you know I’m beautiful
And you know we own the world, we due for dough
Just stay away from all these stupid hoes
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
You got all of these plans
Now, we ballin’ and I bet I bet I bet I bet..
She will pick up the phone if I call her again
Man, I’m waitin’ on that wet that wet that wet that wet..
You mad cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And you wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
Cuz I’m getting it direct direct direct direct..
And they wantin’ my connect connect connect connect..
[Verse 2: Mano]
Rollin with kid, n*gga know me
M-A-N-O young OG
Fresh motherf*cker, you can borrow my cheese
Rollin’ down the street in a new M3
Blacked out, my feet low
n*gga quit hatin’, I don't f*ck wit y’all
I’m so cold, I’m worth gold
My old school got some TO
Pity she pretty
I’m in that special committee
At 15’s we runnin’ sh*t
All hail to the new government
In L.A. we chillin’, pimp as we swag
And knowin’ what’s up when she’s poppin’ them tags
DMO3, doin’ these things
It’s like I’ve got work because of me
We shower, we drink
We dope and sh*t
We pop it, we get it
Then spend it, submit it
My n*ggas is killin’
We out here let’s get it
I f*ck with them n*ggas that got it so get it
He’s trippin’ it, he’s pimpin’
Don’t you slip and fall with them digits
That cash reeled these b*tches
Around us so get this
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
I need sex, neck, checks
Man I need all 3 of those in that order
Lookin' at palm trees grow in South Florida
Couple of bomb b*tches get in that water
What’s the deal? What’s the deal? Baby what’s the deal?
You signed for the low could you adjust the deal?
Pop a little Molly, girl, it's just a pill
I’m the type of dealer you can trust, for real
That fendi sheets, I’m tryna bend the streets
You on bended knees, I’m on Benjamin’s
And I will never injure him while I roll another trambolin
I miss the marble floors, gravel streets
Any motherf*cker that be c*ck the beat
Two bad b*tches and they down to eat
One another for the calories
I bust down and I X pockets
I still swim in that black mass money
I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I’m workin’ it back
Always on time never catch a n*gga slippin’
Hoppin’ out the whip, I’m the new Scottie Pippen
Lookin’ at the swag, man it’s still drippin’
Man that swag be drippin’, yeah
[Hook]