World Tour - Styles P, Vado

Uh-huh, SP, what up?

Slime, what up?

Huh, Vado, no, crazy

It’s off to the next life for you, homie

I guarantee you won’t be lonely

We know what money buy

But what’s the price that the money cost?

The mob wasn’t involved, but shorty went to knock sonny off

Be careful when you go to drop your honey off

Money off, find out what them niggas actin' funny for

On a world tour in the spot, where’s (-), dog?

Fuck around and get your ass killed by a gun of yours

I’m a hundred bars, still’d get a ton of raw

Fly like them niggas that was comin' through the tunnel doors

Yeah, in Palladiums, now we in the stadiums

Weed for my Cali niggas and my Canadians

Probably forgot the spot I parked my Mercedes in

On a world tour, I got blunts and I’m blazin' 'em

We on a world tour with Cîroc on my hand

Diamond bezel upper band on the couch where I stand

Harlem, YO, Queens flow, y’all know

We on a world tour with Cîroc on my hand

Diamond bezel upper band on the couch where I stand

BX, BK, Staten Isl', we play

Uh, clip in the Cuban Cuban link holdin' Jesus head

Foot on the table cause the bottom my sneaker red

Sneakerhead, money flat, call it pita bread

Derek Jeter’s bread, run the base 'til I see the feds

Huh, it’s too much money the crib for

Could 'ford, duck and aim at your target and then pour

Far as eatin', man, I been full

Cookin' up, hear my minute soda like the Timberwolves

Renovatin', just bought the flash in

Old gangsta spot where the niggas with cash win

Ballgoers like lawnmowers, get to grassin'

Try 'em, show us Louboutin loafers we be flashin'

Uh-huh, we only speakin' for paper

Barzini, whoever set up the meeting’s a trader

Players ball, I slip my feet in some 'gators

Coogi blazers, mansions, white people for neighbors

I could never get rich enough to go and buy the ocean

I play in (-) and just sit up in the ocean

Close your eyes and you can feel emotion

Blowin' a lie while I’m ridin' the wave floatin'

Spot in the Ritz, 'nother one in the Trump too

Get what I like and what little brother would want too

Smoke for the dead, drink for the incarcerated

Suede parka, (-) made it

Loro Piana suits, smooth it if it’s tangible

Niggas is animals, killing’s understandble

You could manage the money or let the money manage you

Fuck out of here when the forty bullets is blammin' you

Makin' a toast with niggas niggas remember

Standin' in the Center, Oscar de la Renta

Shades, boots and suits, I’m a die a member

Mafia nigga with a real boss agenda