Yeah, either way it go, we ready for whatever You get caught with him, y'all gon' die together G5 flights, move in any weather Booked her out in Harlem, flew her to Coachella Three dice mean no 7-11 You know that I need 'em, the Percs in the beverages My door keep swingin', they searchin' the residence My grandma gone, you know that shit stressin' me Don't do yoga or pilates, we stretchin' 'em, yeah I caught him out of bounds, he heard the whistle, I guess I'm a referee Call plays like Belicheck, steal a play like Bellamy, yeah She want a bellini, her lil' bikini, I can give you the recipe Put a Rolex up my sleeve Don't pay to fuck, pay to leave Told a lil' nigga, "Aim and squeeze" We on Melrose, Dior shoppin' I asked her, "Is you gon' hop in?" Diamonds hittin' like Bernard Hopkins Uh, this is YSL, this ain't cheap Wear snorkels, I go deep Went to court, no, they might keep me Damn, my chains gettin' tangled again Off-white Maybach with the Benz Throw pillows laid back in the pen's