Mood

Verse 1

Uh, check it

Calico tucked like it's Loro Piana on my frame

Son this luxury shit been the same since the game changed names

Lucre stacked in digital drops I move the cream remote

Infiniti to Maybach electric just a switch of the coat

Black and ugly as ever but the odds still favor me

Slick talk smooth walk they can't mirror what they can't see

Mad rich mad real I flip the phrase into the fine print

Pa you chirpin' at a poppa been the goat since the infant

Verse 2

Uh

Who hotter who hotter this the testament of the gimme

Cozy in the Brioni while they sweat me like a winter

Baaaa-by

Slick maneuvers on the mic the whole block know my cadence

Ditch the skeptics leave 'em hoarse from my escalation

Sheek with the speech every reach get the calico kiss

Bastard got the wrong idea now his whole story's remiss

Suck a dick to any critic try to bury the crown

This the current era empire and I never came down

Verse 3

Uh check it

Nigga smooth with the loot like the code never chases

Silk sheets for the sleep and the bread's in the basis

Fuck a clone I'm the template they just tracing my steps

Lugard in the lexicon every bar here's a theft

Nigga drink to the drip and the clout that I'm earning

Son you barking at a legend for the ways that I'm burning

Fuck all y'all with the static I apply all the pressure

Black and ugly as ever but the crown fits better

Verse 4

Look

From the Brooklyn avenue to the penthouse view

Mad real with the steel and the fortune I drew

Nigga blessed with the breath can't be caught in a cliche

Forty-five like the science you can study the whole day

Bitch you mad at the switch now the dividends rise

Poppa with the pops every line read the skies

Check the ledger the legacy stay dipped in the cream

Uh this dynasty alive even better in the dream

Baaaa-by