No Intro - Lancey Foux

No introduction needed, I’m a genius

You know me, I stay G’d up

'Bout to go bigger than Meech

A-COLD-WALL* cardigan, fleece (Jay Trench)

I dress like I could have been Jesus

Walk with the thorns in my feet

Money gave me OCD

I stack up the racks, all neat

Your baby boy’s biting, they teethin'

SMA gold, I’ma feed them

Step outta line, I beat them

'Cause you and your daddy not even

Yeah, I was just broke, this the millionaire flow

They wish they were me and I wish that they won’t

Do with that shit, nigga, stand on your own

I’m on my own, I can’t give a dog a bone, yeah

Where your racks like I stole them, bag up the dough, yeah

Demon mode, tryna sell me a soul, yeah

2019, getting rich for the whole year

We eating good, no more rice at home, yeah

I make her soak, yeah, I get her wet-wet

Top, dome, neck-neck, coupe-coupe, 'Vette, bet

Don’t know 'bout that shoe spray, I still won’t protect it

N.E.R.D, yeah, I roll with a Tech Deck

I love a third eye, I know where you at

Just left Dubai, Rolls-Royce, back at the back

Hop on the flight, flight attendant know who I am

And she not my wife, she wanna smoke, yeah, she wanna pipe

How can she slap?

How can you slap?

How can she slap?

How can she slap?

Run up the racks, I ain’t goin' back to the trap

Hop on the stage, immediately go Mich Jack

These terrorist hoes tryna blow me like Iraq

Hopped on Earth, I wanna make more niggas wanna watch they back

It is what it is and it was what is was, this is this, this is that

No, I can’t go clueless, I’m in south like Ludacris

I sat down with Judas, you think I knew this?

Ride with a blue ting, causing a nuisance

All that talk, but you niggas just useless

I ain’t going outside, I ain’t going out stupid

African gene, yeah, talk with a toothpick

Skin never going away, can’t lose it

Verified in the streets, fuck a blue tick (Shit)

Count up the racks, make sure it’s all there

Young black and rich, got the racists scared

When I cry, nigga, got blood for tears

Money died and I can’t even think that I’ve failed

Food at the table, my niggas, we share

Fuck the charts, I’ma get a hit song this year

Big gelato, I don’t drink beer

I don’t wanna hear the word «sauce» in here

I ain’t tryna fuck, she tryna force me here

I want the dome, yeah, hands on her horse weave hair