I’m at Saks Fifth and I’m spending like I hit the lottery You ain’t gotta tell me lil’ bitch, I know you proud of me Pull up with a M16 with a red beam Pull up with a M-one-six, kill your whole team A hunnid dollar cup, why do I drink so much lean? A hunnid dollar shirt, I just bought it ’cause it looked clean Spend seven K in one store and I don’t even want the receipt You know you can’t afford a feature, boy for them you need some real cheese Draco with the shoulder strap, it’ll put you on your back I got bowls of exotic, I want several, not a gram Way before I did a show, I did ’bout a hunnid scams I think I want a Richard Mille, plain Jane, purple [?]