Runnin’ up them checks, I’m havin’ my way
Diamonds do the ballet, moonwalk in the grey
Lil’ Durk gone ghost, leave a opp in the bay
Skies high, no lay-up, three points from the tray
Count it in the dark, bands still glow like flames
Took her out the burbs, now she tatted my name
Racks in the duffel, I’m a walking campaign
Talk cheap, my silence worth a private jet plane