text: Gunna Gunna pop it when he want
  Im a Don, I popped a Pérignon 
   smoking Biscotti and some Rum 
  Dont get hair, sticking my finger in her bum 
  Fendi shopping it, upgrade stuff for fun 
  Nigga keep copying, your whole crew wanna be us 
  They see me out here, no one showed me love
  Im waiting in the sky by the clouds no need to reach out
  Bosses everywhere, yeah these chrome hearts 
  Lucky sixty bands came from Goyard 
  Whippin that new Lamb like a Nascar 
  Iced out Cartier, its a Jaguar 
  Yeah, laying low, I know how to play my cards 
  My Rolls Royce, bring your kid a CD toy 
  Shut the door, these millions got me paranoid
  You cant afford me, Smooky MarGiela boys