�It's the Avenger, triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fadeAll that nickel and dime * don't hold no weightFortune 5, top 5 in the ForbesYou'll seeAs you thumb through the sauce, I read the ride reportClassique, hold me down with the plasticThat's all I ask of you like Raphael SadiqAt the Hotel Nico, ride with the ValsweepMy people's eyes through the Pico, I'm loving your damn freakAs I shoot through the city like a rumorNot soon enough to stop if it's spreadingThe newspaper hat and reads J.Z. Breeze80 degrees, only thing to cool them off is a Malibu Bay BreezeTest stop for the facts, they cheeseYou know they wanna take a nigga picturePray for the day to get yaBut I'm a parlay, stay richer for nowJigga haven't done dirt in a whileYou know my stomach's getting weak from living life on these streets for realTrying to oversee it from sweets, ordering eatsAt the top where the real criminal minds meetThat's where the cream is right, that's where your dream is relatedYou're only a customerWhen you're walking in the presence of hustlersYou spend money all nightWe got the *We got the *We got the *We got the *We got the *We got the *We got the *We got the *Robber-girl-erYeahAyo my youth had a nigga too aggressiveI, I used to speed excessiveBoth eyes closed, no thought investedHitting potholes, couples will snatch you awayWhat you deem most preciousHad to rethink thingsIs pinky rings worthLife on the run, the top serve to singSing, I don't know to tell the truthIf I'm pressed for doughGotta consultoin authorityI was raised to live, Lord, I pray you forgive meIf not, I just handle it like Jason KiddWhat you're facing is efficientIn most cases, when I'm blazing, won't miss youCase in point, make bullshit or issueI see it to the end, my writing so personalMy heart bleeding through the penMake no mistake about meThere's only one nigga living, I got half a cake about meI got love, I can kill a friend over famNot drugs and very few people understand that loveTo make a nigga die bleeding, it's nothingYou make a motherfucker die breathing and you're saying somethingYou're only a customerYou're walking in the presence of hustlersYou spend money all nightYou're only a customerYou're walking in the presence of hustlersYou spend money all nightYou're only a customerYou're only a customerYou're only a customerWhen you're walking in the presence of hustlersYou spend money all nightRock a fellaMore flavor than y'all can imagine havingGraphic like SegaSat in traffic like the bodegaJust so happensYou caught me at the tail end of my dirtBrain ain't right for inhaling the work on my life* itDreezy IHad to hold D.C. highPissy of T.S. styles3G highCaesar BugattiD.V.S.'sBlessings my bodyWe be fresh as a partyPlay yourselfGo ahead, if you don't know the lads, it's like spittin' the guardGet it in the face, fuckin' with niggas over your headTake your time with me, shifty, used to make coke stretch like a sample in a 950* with that, while I'm on the Kawasaki bikeAt the light, doin' a pike with a bitch on the backWe take flight, my life like it was directed by hypeIn 35 slow-mo with the Rockapella logo, I go pogo to ArubaBay breezes and caviar beluga, very little lootA new judge, in the grayish-bluishL.E.X. Coop, it's the root of evil in this peopleYou're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlersSpend money all night, RockapellaYou're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlersSpend money all night, RockapellaFuturistic *You're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlersYou're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlersCome here suck my *Get your ass stitched up, free like a fat footballWars, words,תחu *disappointedCome here my bitchStupid bitch* out of here, * out of here, * out of here.Anyway, can you walk home, bitch?