Illuminati

[Intro]
Sahara
Not again
I was tryna see my mom before she saw the casket (Yeah)
Like the buzzer-beater ball before it hit the basket (Oh woah)
I never had a handout, I never had my ass kissed (Woah)
Run up on my fucking gang, you might just get your ass kicked

[Chorus]
Running up this bag, we Illuminati (Illuminati)
I'ma pop this bean, beam me up like Scotty (Woah)
I really hate her mind but I love her body (Yeah)
Sipping on Patron, it got me feeling godly
Yeah, only fearing God 'cause I can't fear nobody (Nah)
Yeah, took this girl to Cali but we met at Follies

[Verse]
Rich sеx, fucked her on a jet thеn got Chanel
Big flex, walked in Neiman Marcus, give 'em hell (Ha)
Yeah, opp mad, knowing that his name don't ring no bell (Ha)
Do like show and tell, pull up on his block and bring him shells
And my bitch bad, she got french tips on her nails
We got big bags, get them packs in through the mail
And he down bad, how you talking down if you a L? (Yeah)
Stackin' money like a shelf, my clip longer than an elf, huh (Yeah)
I was tryna see my mom before she saw the casket (Yeah)
Like the buzzer-beater ball before it hit the basket
I never had a handout, I never had my ass kissed
Run up on my fucking gang, you might just get your ass kicked

[Chorus]
Running up this bag, we Illuminati (Illuminati)
I'ma pop this bean, beam me up like Scotty (Woah)
I really hate her mind but I love her body (Yeah)
Sipping on Patron, it got me feeling godly