Clutch, make a beat for me This bag is in front of my mind It's slowly bubbling This beat is innocent Cruf, cruf, my snake It's got a bullet in the panty, bro I roll up my wings, far from home I come back with cash in my bag Laced with gold On the beach belt The hours are going well in my paddock I feel normal, jacked up T-shirt from Braza Oakley and Juliet And she drinks in my glass She wants a drink from Fininho Rashi, shibolado I walk closer to the end Aquarela, double glass How did I get here? Walking on these streets I'm not even there And rise on me, yeah VVS, I say Mike only does hits When I charge for this beat Bring it on, my bitch Let's roll in the city Bring it on, my bitch Rise on me, yeah VVS, I say Mike only does hits When I charge for this beat Bring it on, my bitch Let's roll in the city Bring it on, my bitch Mike only does hits I roll up my wings, far from home I come back with cash in my bag O-shaped My Prada belt The hours going well in my Patek I feel normal, jacked up T-shirt from Braza Oakley and Juliet I swing the bottle I throw the bullet in the isopore Colored water It's hitting more than the flower Lost in the ballroom I don't even know where I am I only know that she asks me Not to stop for good Yes, sir, it's lean Jackie Chan made the chain My trip is frozen Drowning like I'm in Mali Yes, sir, it's lean Jackie Chan made the chain Plug it up With a lot of nudity Plug it up With a lot of nudity