Breakfast in Monaco

Man, sippin' this sparkling water and shit
Al, what's happenin'?
Numbers

Quick drive to bust a move, she play the passenger
Check my mail, grab lunch, somethin' casual (numbers)
Dipped the stainless, Daytona with the three clocks
Low-key, all them people seen was a white drop
Four G's for the sweatsuit, I might hit the Opera
Private diner, 1K a day, for the private driver
So pristine, you will not see a flaw in my diamonds
Birds chirpin', did the green juice

She did the ice coffee (good job)
Quick play, sent the twenty piece down to Milwaukee
Couple days in Napa just a reason to go take the 'Rari
Real P, she put it in my hand before the engine started
Bottega wallet, real life, we not just rhyming
Chances took, been through so much shit, I could write a book
Still get a rush countin' up, it's never enough (man)
Heated driveways and shit, something slight

We been puttin' work in so long
Had to sacrifice a whole lot, but now it's way better days
Can't give up now, yeah, you gotta hold on
Girl, you coulda been my only one, but you just have to chance

I been on a mission
Strictly bag getting, shit been hittin' different
Shootin' never missin', got it out the kitchen
Niggas know I lived it
I'm cut from that cloth, nigga
All I know is get it

Escargot, I'm in Paris talkin' big numbers
Sports band on the Chrono Patek
Spend somethin', stressin' out
Tryna save the world, but it's gettin' tough
Told niggas 2019 a million ain't enough
You can come down now love, I'm pullin' up
Sweatpants, pinky ring with the emerald cut
I hit the steam room, then I read a book
Take a couple calls, then I'm back to joogin'

I move how I move, I know it can get wicked
Quit trippin' off the, nigga get yo' chicken
(Nigga, see I'm comin' back, know what I'm talkin' about)
Hoppin' out Coupe Deville, feelin' like Goldie for real
(And that's just somethin' slight, baby)
I told niggas 2019 a million ain't enough

We been puttin' work in so long
Had to sacrifice a whole lot, but now it's way better days
Can't give up now, yeah, you gotta hold on
Girl, you coulda been my only one, but you just have to chance

I been on a mission
Strictly bag getting, shit been hittin' different
Shootin', never missin', got it out the kitchen
Niggas know I lived it
I'm cut from that cloth, nigga
All I know is get it

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Spaceships on the Blade and shit
I'm cut from that cloth, nigga
All I know is get it



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Writer(s): Alan Maman, Larry Eugene Hendricks
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