Performante Pain

[Intro: Young Adz]
(Ayo, Z, what you tellin' em?)
(Lucas)
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I just spent another milli in the jeweler
All these diamonds on me, got me feeling cooler
Lit nigga, don't rock Franck Muller
This Molly got me fucking on a cougar
There's probably a Q in the Hoover
Rent the Viano and fill it with shooters
My brudda told me I got this
"You focus on money, I'll go do the bootings"

[Verse 1: Young Adz]
There shouldn't be too much to say
When we talk, the UK wait
I was like, "Damn, A, you're paid"
When I found out my neighbour was Dave
I love my nigga to the grave
But he got some rеal weird ways
Akh, we can come back from strangе
But we can't come back from fake
So whatever you need, go take your break
Told—, "That ain't shooting, that's fake"
Suicidal doors, fours, mine's amazing
You survived the trenches, scars and grazes
Roses for her, fuck the daisies
All the M's that I done made, can't get my brudda out the grave
Take you on a boat, right by the lake
Jakes went and found little brodie with the Drac’
Thinking in my head about the fucking DNA
I need a lady and MDMA
Sign NDA, look like Ella Mai
Know we still do it, even though it's bait
I take what you got 'cause I got what it takes
Red dot under the barrel, it's holding with tape
We just counted so much money on the floor, we need a rake
I was pouring up to block the pain
I was popping pills to block the pain
I was drinking yak to stop the pain
Now it’s 2024, I'm still in pain
I think only my daughter blocked the rain
Shop 'till we drop and shop again
Choices made, Urus, Wraith
Performante on the way
I'ma call this Performante pain

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Send them diamonds right back to the jeweler (Jeweler)
My lil’ young bitch fuck like a cougar (What)
She bad, I’m calling her moves (Calling her)
This a Patek, I ain’t rockin’ Franck Mueller (Franck Mue’)
Bought a win, I ain’t ever been a loser (Nah)
Life’s a game, but I’m taking chances, spend it all right at the jeweler (Jeweler)
Half a mil’, whip out the plastic (Plastic)
I was broke, made it stretch like elastic (What)
Made the bitch ten bands, she a catfish (Catfish)
Fuck the hoe, tell her call my accountant (Call Em)
All these racks on my wrist, can’t count it (Racks)
Tack my bitch to the jewellery, she drowning (Yew)
Going crazy, they say I need counseling
I’m ballin’, checks not bouncin’ (Rich)

[Verse 3: Dirtbike LB]
Yeah
Couple cars, I put M in a car meet
Couple niggas but I'm still with the army
Rich nigga writing raps in the Rari
Tell me, which one of you bitches are nasty?
My Cullinan white, I'm feeling polite, she think my type Emirati
You just act like you're blind if you're preeing my ice
You better not let my dargs see
Dirty dogs, they do the dirty job and we paying 'em
We hop on a jet to go Amsterdam, last year it was KLM
You sat with the packs, tryna do it by eye
Why the fuck ain't you weighing them?
The money come, if you make the play, my nigga, just stay on them
That Richie plain from the jeweler
If she can't suck dick, I'ma sue her
I got ice cream with Perc on a plate, I told my bitch, "Come sooner"
I told my lady, "Don't worry 'bout size, this shit longer than a ruler"
Big sticks, put seven inside, I think we got an intruder

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I just spent another milli in the jeweler
All these diamonds on me, got me feeling cooler
Lit nigga, don't rock Franck Muller
This Molly got me fucking on a cougar
There's probably a Q in the Hoover
Rent the Viano and fill it with shooters
My brudda told me I got this
"You focus on money, I'll go do the bootings"