I feel naked, without the bell, but I love my block Thursday, midnight, everyone waits for me to drop I don't count small bills, pussy, I only count racks I got brothers, I got enemies, because I'm pushing G-Class, not a CLS Flex with the Rollie, flex with the AP, I'm from the gutter Order a Rosé for a platinum record, Kalle does padda Flex with the Glock 23, flex with the AK, like Osama Free R, free Scarface, free Ola, free Santa A quarter, I got 100 on the start line, I'm burned out Double cup moves me slowly, three times I got it Under my pullover, I'm wake, say We are not the same, we are not the same Ask your OG, he knows, we are ready at any time 20k in my tracksuit, make a million and count the bars in my band Christian Dior, Yves Saint Laurent, sitting in the G-Wagon I count hunny for hunny and bunker in the 17th floor I feel naked, without the bell, but I love my block Thursday, midnight, everyone waits for me to drop Ice, boom, bah, yo, bah, grr, doo-doo-doo, boom, bah Hand in my stuff, because I got demons in my head Imperial, ice, Rosé in my cup But I only look up, never back down, because I want more saucy With my yacht, rich on me, look up Nero, I'm drippy, I'm jet-ski flossing Idyl, the touch is so classic Crazy like 50, so magic She comes every night when she's casting Yves Saint Laurent, Christian Dior, but I don't feel it Look who's making chaos, diamonds on gold, but I don't feel them, no Yves Saint Laurent, Christian Dior, but I don't feel them, no Look who's making chaos, diamonds on gold, but I don't feel them, no Christian Dior, Yves Saint Laurent, sitting in the G-Wagon I count hunny for hunny and bunker in the 17th floor I feel naked, without the bell, but I love my block Thursday, midnight, everyone waits for me to drop I feel naked, without the bell, but I love my block