How y'all say it, uh, no, uh, no homeowner?
I looked in the mirror that morning, bruh, and I said, I finna get it rappin', bruh
I look to a house and it be rappin'
That my model
That my model
Call the photographer
Dress like I'm goin' to a photo shoot, partner
That my model
Millionaire posture
Killin' O.T. over one million dollars
That my model
GQ starter
Everything I do, Y.T. doesn't follow
That my model
Later on that night, I'm somebody's daughter
I look so good, good, good, good, good
And I am from the hood, hood, hood, hood, hood
These hoes pourin' love, love, love, love, love
My gear is on the hook, hook, hook, hook, hook
I look like I'm out of same day of the week
I am too clean and all I can speak
I look like I'm out of same day of the week
Twelve hundred on the jeans, five hundred on the feet
Three goons change a hundred forty thousand dollars each
Four hundred twenty thousand, I can show you the receipts
You can tell I walk, I was made for TV
You can tell by the juice, I am somebody
I'm the sharpest living, who the f*** you bold to be
That my model
Call the photographer
Dress like I'm goin' to a photo shoot, partner
That my model
Millionaire posture
Really cost me over one million dollars
That my model
GQ starter
Everything I do, I do as a f***ing father
That my model
No, that my model
Later on tonight, I'm f***ing somebody's daughter
Look like I'm on the run, run, run, runway
And I am the sh**, what else the f*** I'm supposed to say?
You can catch me in that Mazerati later on today
With two hundred thousand worth of jewelry, don't okay?
And who is my designer, I don't really wanna say
And I only do forty when I'm on the highway
So you can see that candy, candy, candy, candy spray
And I want you to see this handsome, handsome, handsome face
And I had home way before I was rich
But now that I got money, I got millions I can take
Cause money makes most of these bars quick
And I am so fly, I can't help it
That my model
Call the photographer
Dress like I'm goin' to a photo shoot, partner
That my model
Millionaire poster
Truly cost me over one million dollars
That my model
GQ starter
Everything I do, I do as a f***ing father
That my model
No, that my model
Later on tonight, I'm f***ing somebody's daughter
I need to be on the cover of a f***ing magazine
Cause I am the handsomest me, you f***ing see me
I am so dope, put me on the triple beam
Hammer on my waist, I got them racks up in my jeans
Call me Mr. Lysol, the boy is so clean
Catch me in the club, you would think I'm on a beam
I am really loaded, sixty thousand in my jeans
And I feel safe, I got shooters on my team
That my model
Call the photographer
Dress like I'm goin' to a photo shoot, partner
That my model
Millionaire poster
Truly cost me over one million dollars
That my model
GQ starter
Everything I do, I do as a f***ing father
That my model
No, that my model
Later on tonight, I'm f***ing somebody's daughter