Black Mafioso (Manolo)
About to add tuxedos to my wardrobe
When I'm lit I'm at all the Black award shows
Soul Train
N double A C P
John Wick
Big four five A C P
Looks kill like my continental card back
I book rooms for the views you book for continental breakfast
We got a whole different checklist
This lifestyle got prerequisites
I make it look effortless
I been a drip specialist
Without doing extra shit
But off that its way more that the fabric
Earned mine
My whole grind superior
You don't understand what I say your mind inferior
Its all about the work you put in forget materials
My energy imperial
Through your stereo
Play the game like Bumpy just a Black Mafioso
I want 40 million and my 40 acres
Hit a second stride like Bron on the Lakers
Or Melo on the Blazers
I'm just flexing on haters
I been on a hiatus
Out Bahamas with this little mama
Champagne breakfast
In some all silk pajamas
Catching sun rays
It's ease as a Sunday
In designer sun shades
I heard crime pays but I been legitimate
I been moving diligent
And styling like Tutankhamen laid in his pyramid
Chilling Out Europe
Fly jersey
Real Madrid
Throwback Ronaldo
In late model foreign autos
Late 80 something Benzes looking a car show
Prefer old schools keep the Murceilago
Love shorties with that 4C hair type
In Air Nikes
Nike sweat suits and off whites
Rooftop at the Gates on South Beach
Feeling like Tony got my Elvi round me
Monogram scarf got my LV round me
All these bottle of cliquot gon drown me
Thankful that I'm free aint wake up in the county
Woke up with this brown thing that's good with accounting
Help me keep my numbers on par
She the real star
Taking this real far
Talking the highest heights
I been putting up already for my retired life
Word to T. Rowe Price
What your portfolio like
Bout my paper all day I aint even need no dos
Every flick candid we aint posing for ya photos
Yeah
Catch us in motion
D'usse with the ace yeah we call that potion
Want the summer house right by the ocean
For the views and the breeze I'm close to being who I knew I would be
Who else but me was gona get me there
Toast to the grind put your glass in the air
When I'm lit I'm at all the Black award shows
Soul Train
N double A C P
John Wick
Big four five A C P
Looks kill like my continental card back
I book rooms for the views you book for continental breakfast
We got a whole different checklist
This lifestyle got prerequisites
I make it look effortless
I been a drip specialist
Without doing extra shit
But off that its way more that the fabric
Earned mine
My whole grind superior
You don't understand what I say your mind inferior
Its all about the work you put in forget materials
My energy imperial
Through your stereo
Play the game like Bumpy just a Black Mafioso
I want 40 million and my 40 acres
Hit a second stride like Bron on the Lakers
Or Melo on the Blazers
I'm just flexing on haters
I been on a hiatus
Out Bahamas with this little mama
Champagne breakfast
In some all silk pajamas
Catching sun rays
It's ease as a Sunday
In designer sun shades
I heard crime pays but I been legitimate
I been moving diligent
And styling like Tutankhamen laid in his pyramid
Chilling Out Europe
Fly jersey
Real Madrid
Throwback Ronaldo
In late model foreign autos
Late 80 something Benzes looking a car show
Prefer old schools keep the Murceilago
Love shorties with that 4C hair type
In Air Nikes
Nike sweat suits and off whites
Rooftop at the Gates on South Beach
Feeling like Tony got my Elvi round me
Monogram scarf got my LV round me
All these bottle of cliquot gon drown me
Thankful that I'm free aint wake up in the county
Woke up with this brown thing that's good with accounting
Help me keep my numbers on par
She the real star
Taking this real far
Talking the highest heights
I been putting up already for my retired life
Word to T. Rowe Price
What your portfolio like
Bout my paper all day I aint even need no dos
Every flick candid we aint posing for ya photos
Yeah
Catch us in motion
D'usse with the ace yeah we call that potion
Want the summer house right by the ocean
For the views and the breeze I'm close to being who I knew I would be
Who else but me was gona get me there
Toast to the grind put your glass in the air
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Writer(s): Jaquar Harris
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