The mandem too inconsiderate
Five-star hotel, smokin’ cigarette
Mixin’ codeine up with the beverage
Kiss the ring and cross my threshold
Money come, the money go, and so it make me sentimental
For the bag, I’m a sprinter, I’m a sprinter
For the bag, I’m a sprinter, I’m a sprinter
Back then, it was a Nissan, now it’s a Benz
I was in the bando, now it’s a crib
She was in the friend zone, now in my bed
Man, I was missin’ out, but now I’m equipped