I let my wife write the will, I pray my children outlive me
I give my daughter my custom dresses, so she gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit me
Sir asked it, like his dad's shit is trippy (uh-huh)
Twinning, Blue and Rumi, me and Solo are winning!
(Happy in love)
Sitting, dock of the bay wit' a big yacht
Sippin' Yamazaki on the rocks
He went to Jared, I went to [?] out in Paris