Disc 1 (Interlude)

[Intro]
Yeah, man
BMW Kenny
I got some new music, I told y'all
I told y'all
But anyway, man, appreciate to everybody who worked on this project
Half of the producers, man, I don't know who did it, but
Reach out to me in the DM
We showing love anyway
We putting this out out regardless, man, shit is raw
Don't sue me, though
I wanna let y'all know that
I appreciate y'all
Gon' keep doing this shit
And anybody hating, man, y'all can kiss the bottom of my motherfucking balls
No pause
Yeah, Don't Sue Me, man, volume one, man
I appreciate everybody who worked on this shit, man
It's BM-dub

[Chorus]
Sipping that Ace out of gold bottles
I'm in the lead, so they gon' follow
They look up to me like a role model (Woah)
I gotta go hit the road grinding (Woah)
Paper be folding, it's no binder (Woah)
Head to my toe, I'm in designer (Woah)
Rocking that Dolce & Gabbana
(What you on?)
Sipping champagne out of gold bottles
I'm in the lead, so they gon' follow
They look up to me like a role model (Woah)
I gotta go hit the road grinding (Woah)
Paper be folding, it's no binder (Woah)
Head to my toe, I'm in designer (Woah)
Rocking that Dolce & Gabbana

[Verse]
I do the Dillard, don't do cabanas
I'm just tryna stay rich like Roddy
Forgiato twenty-six, big body
I got VVs and your diamonds be cloudy
I got too big, you can't go around me
I got that work, come and see about me
Niggas acting like they be about it
When it's time to speak up, they don't speak about it
Speaking on my recollection
I was the president without elections
I would have hoes in every different section
Had to slow down, that shit was getting stressful
I be flying in the bitch that you wifing
You can have her 'cause I only one-night her
I would love on her, but I didn't like her
When I think about it. man, I used to be trifling (Well, what about now?)
Ain't shit changed
I got badder hoes and iced out the chain
Had to tell myself, "I think that you changed"
I'm on a PJ, no TSA
Still ain't signed no deal
Still make plays like Jackson Field
Say you got all the guns and drugs in often, why are you rapping still? (Man, why is you rapping, bro?)

[Chorus]
(What you on?)
Sipping that Ace out of gold bottles
I'm in the lead, so they gon' follow
They look up to me like a role model (Woah)
I gotta go hit the road grinding (Woah)
Paper be folding, it's no binder (Woah)
Head to my toe, I'm in designer (Woah)
Rocking that Dolce & Gabbana
(What you on?)
Sipping champagne out of gold bottles
I'm in the lead, so they gon' follow
They look up to me like a role model

[Outro]
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah