Justice League, Justice League, Justice League My garage is flawless, under a hundred thou ain't allowed Maybach triple white like I'm ridin' in a cloud No denim on my seats, baby, you gon' need a towel Ride sexy through the city, see me, you will be aroused My bankroll so well endowed Pull bitches from MIA to ATL in style Hunt in crowds, catch me in town On the strip in Vegas, chillin', feelin' bitches' faces with babies Bitch, back your tongue, this just ain't no Mercedes Tell the ATL from Bradwood another 380 That's my car cost, y'all thought I would fall off That was just a small loss, we could have a ball off Fly to NY, meet me at the Waldo Historian, architecture Victorian Ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a DeLorean Hard times, never heard of those in the back My feet kicked up, get my dicks up, put the curse closed And for the record, kid, my final question is How your bitch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this? Everybody knows how the story goes Money and clothes, they gon' come and go But guess who stays the same? You gon' see my name Scroll through your phone The hip that I'm blowin' on is fuckin' up the ozone Plus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stone's Ice cream, hype dreams It's what they have when I pull up in that light thing I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn Whoever ain't gettin' shitted on, I'm squirtin' on I'm in the 6 Deuce, 57's for the help Choppa in the trunk, 45 for the belt Bunch of wax dummies, all you got is gonna melt Live for your kids, die for yourself Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth Peas on the block, pies on the shelf I ain't in the back of the back, I ain't in nothin' else I'm somethin' else Everybody knows how the story goes Money and clothes, they gon' come and go But guess who stays the same? You gon' see my name Scroll through your phone I came alive like a moth in the summertime Japanese wheel blades, all samurai Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side Tryin' to make a blind motherfucker recognize Ammunition got the competition nonexistent Had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss in I double that, I dare you, try to knock a nigga Street scholar graduated, no father figure Steel, tote, chrome, check my chromosomes Meet me halfway with things in a mobile home Money machines, yeah, they ring like a mobile phone A seven-up would need a Coca-Cola loan I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans Cash me a handmade sweater Me and money got a vendetta Lookin' back to tell the truth, I coulda did better Parents never had a good job Now it's Black American Express cars Roseanne!