No Wrinkles In My Collar

Yeah, you know, yeah, yeah
Jewelry clean, the maid will mop and sweep
I barely lift a hand
Maid on mop and sweep, na

Yeah, jewelry clean, maid a mop and sweep
I barely lift a hand
Fed Ex stuck outside the gate
The dolbermans bark... get in the van!

Paintings hang inside the haunted house
I keep it spic and span
Maybach AC stuck on 60
I'm still outside with the fan

I think my middle name is
"Selling dope and pulling schemes"
Every time my Uncles get let out
We back to cooking cream

Calling me from the cell like
What you doing, na
This shit looking green
Bitch ain't gotta do too much

But keep her car and pussy clean
I think my pimpin' name is
I just hit expensive licks
Bro, he tote the Drac

He's just like Drake
He take the biggest hits!
Smoke come from the bay
Oh, you my bae (Bay)

Just cause I'm Filthy Rich
Giving her game
I'm tryna program her mind
All while I give her dick

This shit could be about 50 cent
The switch on me in Italy
Don't pick on me, my little friend
Spent half a million just on rent

Before you meet my mama
First you gotta pick up immigrants
Yeah, no wrinkles in my collar
Yeah, no skeletons in my closet

Just Mcqueens on top of Pradas
Yeah, we living like we some mobsters
Yeah, you know
Original M.O.B., we up some Dollars na

Hey, no wrinkles in my collar
Yeah, no skeletons in my closet
Just Mcqueens on top of products
I'm putting this shit together

Just like I'm posed to Im with Gwala
In the Maybach with my Muslim friend
I might take my shahada
And the carrot count is higher

Then the pill count, we shiners
We ready to go to war
And ball on you like Peaky Blinders
Doing donuts in the Phantom

Like this shit ain't cost you chabbata
And I put my two weeks notice
In the trap before I retired

And I ball just like Beatrice

This bitch with me might be a actress
Just paid my plug back, we in Dallas
Got Hermes links like Cleopatra
Made my plug, my dog, my momma, my son nem
all wanna be a rapper

Two different mansions
Trap out one. the J's
Sleep on the pissy matress

I got scripts inside the cabinet
I'm like 50-50 twin
Dolphin skin inside my Bentley
Mandarin seats in my Benz

Side mirror, wave like fins
Press a button and they bend
If I pull off in my sailboat
The top will catch wind

Old ns smacking like young ns
They all told me gen
I might love you a little more
You break this trick with your friend

Stuff a sweet of California
Burn that shit to the end
World Wide Web google me
The Pimp with the pen, yeah!!!!!

No wrinkles in my collar, yeah
No skeletons in my closet
Just McQueens on top, they pradas, yeah
We living like we some mobsters, yeah

You know, original M.O.B
We up some dollars, yeah
No wrinkles in my collar, yeah
Just Chanel in her closet

You McQueen on top, we're pradas, yeah
I'm putting this shit together
Just like I'm posed to im with Gwala
In the Maybach with my, ...

you know what I'm sayin', yeah

You know, na, you know
Car count higher than the pill count
Thank God, yeah
It's what we doin', man, yeah

We done linked up, yeah
Bought billions, you know, yeah
Family, yeah
One umbrella, one universe, yeah

Hey, hey, hey, yeah
No wrinkles in my collar, you feel me
You know how we hold court, just keepin' it like that
How it always got to be kept, yepppppppppppp

Yeah, let's go