Rns - Vado

Yo, on square floors I serve butter to get a step

On my second call from Gudda, got six minutes left

Can’t talk long, fuck it, told me he was the best

Told him on the make up, I got it covered, ya nigga blessed

We alright, yacht parties in all white

Shaking three small dice

Glass tables, the boss life

Cigar light, with a broad you call wife

Loafers on spice, when I ball, I score lite

Room Suite at the Ritz, low for business

Reservations at down, frescos, or Flemings

Hesitating the shit blow to some gremlins

Pulling up in two M’s showing the emblem

With foreigner plates, your daughter is safe

Just send me a quarter mill, we could call it a day

Four acres on the hill, bridge crossing the lake

Kingpins coming to chill, grill tossing them steaks

I don’t be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor

Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore

Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough

If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo

Look, Killa made some fresh cut, keep it caught

It’s not you I don’t trust, it’s your secret thoughts

I don’t fuss, save that for peoples' court

Reggie Hammond, I pop the clutch in that beetle porsche

Simply the off, the cliff, I lead you off

Bullets will lead you off, snitching like he the boss

Cut your meter off, no time for BS

Rol shine in VS, ghost-ride with GS

Slime you see us, Hamptons for the week

Partying every day, big Mansion by the beach

A glass of chardonnay, chicks standing in Celines

Two cars away from expanding once a dream

Plans, got several, my mans in federal

Hoping for five, they got checks, grams and revenue

Fam, Im telling you, need cash to live

Like the rock notch of caliber, Dame Dash and BIG

I don’t be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor

Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore

Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough

If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo

Uh, yo, top down on to the next hood

Hop out, everything Vivian Westwood

Clearly ten steps ahead of whats going on

All they do is whisper and point when I throw it on, Corleone

Keep em coming, you know Im on my job

If it’s under a hundred, it can’t go in my garage

At the hearing, feel it, before you seen it on a vlog

Not the head of a gang, niggas know I’m in the mob

Do your research, Gaudier t-shirts

Stop telling on niggas, that’s police work

Eye open, CBS, the spots 24 hour CVS

Im in the crib that dont show up on the GPS

I could kill you, but that’d be a easy death

Yes, I’m gonna to get it forever cuz

Money ain’t one of my problems, and it never was

I don’t be playing, I be cooking up the base and heading out the dooor

Niggas stay patient, get a little, get complacent, not me I need mooore

Steady paper chasin, in the fast lane racing, got to get this dough

If your real like me, then you feel like me, on your mark get set, lets gooooo