Intro

Part 1: Intro

[Intro]
Corporate Saudi

Smoking like i’m trying to take my mind off the money
Knowing damn well i can’t get my mind off the money
Cigarillo extra Philly focused on a billi
Screaming free Millz, anything else to me is silly

[Verse 1]
I met that man and i ain’t had to do the voice
What the fuck that tell you, I’m the people’s choice
I love counting money, love the taste and the smell
I’m just trying to bail my brother out of jail
I hopped up out the water with that gat bag
Lil something hunnid large in that black bag
Fuck money up in the club with the Susu’s
Type money to make nobody a who’s who
Champagne showers like “drown bitch, drown bitch”
I’m every drug dealer’s worst feeling
Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling
Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling
Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling
I’m like a billionaire’s first million
Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling
Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling
Cake, you can't have none
You a broke nigga, broke nigga
I got cake, you can't have none
Cause you a broke nigga, broke nigga
Tour T’s that I performed at
More shows that I kill my fans mourn that
Got your favourite rapper looking insecure
I asked that nigga if he’s sure, he thought it was sure
I’m breaking down the weed, I got my fingers high
Wake me up if I’m dreaming, am I dreaming high?
International Saudi chirping off the landline
A lot of tricks up my sleeve and I Iand mine
I got a sure shot and it’s point blank
Walking in the bank but I ain’t try’na rob the bank
Bitches love Saudi got me thinking like my momma think
Bitches love drinking, I bought that shit you gotta drink
Can’t trust a soul, I’m that nigga, I don’t gotta blink
More flowers, more flowers bitch you got a stank
A nigga all about his money then we gotta clink
The ice, the ice skating and I’m the rink
Nigga’s tripping like he’s sipping out yo momma drink
Nigga’s woozy like I spit a million bars to him
This just the intro, it’s the rest o’ the songs too

Part 2

[Produced by Nascent]

Face tattoos i’m fitting them with the suits
I’m still eating McDonald's, they cherish salads and soups
Just call me Saudi, Osama Obama
Only God can judge me, fuck you Your Honor
I’m counting all this money screaming free Millz
Puttin' in that work, bossy nigga paying bills
Start to get my mind right, nigga no tag alongs
It finally makes perfect sense, had it all along
From succumbing to the forces of failure, success
You ain’t doing what I did, I done it the best
Feet up, sipping King Island Cloud Juice
You a product of the closest three around you
Fuck with nine broke nigga’s, you bound to be the tenth one
I stop counting albums nigga when I hit the tenth one
Flowers II, thank Rooski, he told me to do it
Precise, I’m really in the field and my wordplay is stupid
The world is my playground and I’m having fun
I heard... then I knew I had a son
But little did I know, the shade of the sun
They copycat you just to say you ain’t the only one
Bitches only one me, but I present the clones
Don’t get a name of me, nigga get your own
I used to care bout money, nowadays I don’t
I used to help niggas out, nowadays I won’t
Don’t think that I won’t pull it cause I fucking will
Shoot my ratchet if i have to,I’m keeping it thrill
And my hood-niggas love me like I made a mill’
I made a living of rap, man I fucking killed
I’m the rapper, Quil the trapper now put us together
If he so much as need a napkin I’m cleaning this mess up
We sitting at the table with moguls, we winning
Just us at the table no labels we winning
Last year i was stressing during the snowfall
This year I’m throwing cash like a snowball
Igloo, Iceman, Saudi at the white house
Dark shades, high as fuck, outside world is White Out
White I, White II, nigga what the fuck it do
You know who the fuck I am, and I don’t give a fuck ‘bout you
Tweetdelete, tough talk only on the internet
Fuck with me in real life, and nigga that won’t be a treath
Give me a check, I’mma make it do what it do momma
Let’s have a threesome, just me, you and you kinda
I’m smoking dope and I don’t surf the interweb
Cause that shit ain’t real, it’s all in your head
Information mothafucka’s still plugged in
Mex vacation, Young Saudi still plugged in

[Outro]
Coke still wet, and niggas still hating
And niggas still dreaming, that’s why they still waiting
Let’s get it