Lyrics:

[Intro] It's like an itch you can't scratch It's like a bitch you can't shake I still wanna [Verse 1] Sleeping with the finest, the thread count is bindless Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus In this climate Im Kareem Burke tied in The Roc's silent partner I ain't throwing up the diamond Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up Sparkles to the table, got him feeling like hes Merlin Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin Learn from OGs, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings Updated that, upgraded that Suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sack Yeah, talk money, shit, Im made of that Cocaine parties like the 70's, I cater that You know what fame is? Sitting with the woman Of your dreams and forgetting what her name is You know what pain is? Flushing two bricks And tryna have a nigga strain it out the drainage [Hook] See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd I still wanna sell kilos Its like Im throwing rocks at the Pen begging for the Rico I still wanna sell kilos Searching for the fishscale like Im tryna find Nemo I still wanna sell kilos That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito I still wanna sell kilos [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Grew up watching momma car repo'd A little nigga staring through the peep hole How you think I felt knowing daddy wasnt there Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets When we talking business, talking on the phone cease Feds listening to conversations through my OnStar Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of I's Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out Red velour, Im in the white glass house Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale City of dope where real nigga sell yay' Everyday a nigga dies and we cant ask why Showing more love to bitches fucked on the side Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work [Hook] See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd I still wanna sell kilos Its like Im throwing rocks at the Pen begging for the Rico I still wanna sell kilos Searching for the fishscale like Im tryna find Nemo I still wanna sell kilos That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito I still wanna sell kilos [Verse 3: Ab-Liva] Testarossa top models, G4s Gucci pass the crease off, everything I climb in, I win Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing Black label everything, logos in the lining Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head Powder falls, smoke clears through the walking dead The Rosi bottles pour for the champions You'd think it was a Grammy win, celebration spills Through the morning like an Ambien, bitches love my ambience Chain swinging, ticker taping like its Mardi Gras Thousand niggas deep, never needed body guards Thousand ki's that Im about to do Pilates on Wear the king's crown like the grill a Maseratis on Catty corner parked, doors ajar, on a stripper Blew a fuse and caught a body on, cocaine storaging Liva living dreams, y'all DeLoreans is pouring in [Hook] See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd I still wanna sell kilos Its like Im throwing rocks at the Pen begging for the Rico I still wanna sell kilos Searching for the fishscale like Im tryna find Nemo I still wanna sell kilos That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito I still wanna sell kilos