Leaving the Lot

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Run it up Rondo

[Hook]
Got an apartment [?]
On a three level yacht with some bottles of drank
Leaving the lot on the way to the bank
Leaving the lot on the way to the bank
Big body smell like a pound of Gellati
I made a pit stop put some za in my tank
Her Birkin bag hold a Biscotti
My bitch got a natural body its not what you think

[Verse 1]
Switchin' my vehicles, switchin' my [?]
I'm not tricking no hoes I'm just tipping my driver
Find me a plug out of town with that gas I'ma cop me a bag set the city on fire
Crossin' the border with Dora the Explorer, my cocaine whiter than Lizzie McGuire
Dog in the cell with a miniature bible
Brodie didn't tell so I sent him a wire
Cocaine whiter than Jennifer Lawrence, that heron Michael B. Jordan as tan
800 horses inside of the motor, I pull up on niggas it sound like the Klan
We got a spot in the ceiling where we be hidin' work in the pills just unscrew the fan
Curbside pickup just like Walmart Shopping Center thank you come again
Flipping the Bentley got tired of my chauffeur I gave him a day off of work and some racks
I need a Drake type of deal at the minimum, 100 M's we finna purchase a jet
Boss hog, Allah, serve and collect
Big 30 on me in a purplish 'vette
I really got rich off percocet's, I bet Soulja Boy tell'em ain't the first at that
Ridin' in the S-6-5 and it's 60 degrees I need me a turtle neck
Google myself I'm worth a check
You can hate on me but that shit ain't just gonna work, it's gonna be the reverse effect
Maybach rear end curtains eject
Penthouse high where the turbulence at
You broke out here, you're allergic to racks
I might bow up in gold burgundy 'lac
She say I'm ungrateful 'cause I made her take all the Burberry back
Sippin' on drank I'm gettin' purposefully fat
My money real neat it be perfectly stacked
Nigga you won't want to walk in my shoes or put on my clothes my shirt is a rack
Sellin' blue jeans like we workin' at Saks
Pushin' new Bentley I blew up my motor
Servin' my daddy now I'm a lil' older
Neighbors got mad they complained 'bout the odor
Rockin' chinchilla it chill on my shoulders
Save all the [?] and pay rent with the [?] the blues go for 42 in Dakota
Find out she stealin' my money I'ma choke her
Ridin' in the back of the benz like Oprah

[Hook]
Got an apartment [?]
On a three level yacht with some bottles of drank
Leaving the lot on the way to the bank
Leaving the lot on the way to the bank
Big body smell like a pound of Gellati
I made a pit stop put some za in my tank
Her Birkin bag hold a Biscotti
My bitch got a natural body

[Verse 2]
Everyday we can go eat [?] sometimes I sit back and eat me some noodles
Ridin' with the girl and the boy in the back if the police pull over the car its a Uber
Regular in your cigar its a hookah
Yellow bitch washing my car with a loofah
Flyin' in a rocket I doubt they gon' nuke us
Ran up my guap and went bought a bazooka

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Run it up Rondo