| Andretti, Lex Luger | 
| We ain’t gon' waste no time | 
| The labels is Lavendar | 
| My latest Ralph Lauren fashion | 
| I been matching back and forth to the lab | 
| Tryna make it happen | 
| Addicted to extravagance | 
| A magnet to the chips | 
| Grabbing and dashing with all that shit | 
| Not leaving fingerprints | 
| Niggas is killing friends over brotherly arguments | 
| We should all stay alive and just enjoy the shit | 
| We work hard for it, my collection of cars is immense | 
| Open a jar and release a heavenly scent | 
| Plot up and twist, plot a hit, message is sent | 
| I bet them niggas never try to play us again | 
| Plot out a hit, message is sent | 
| I bet them pussy niggas never try to play us again | 
| Let 'em in | 
| Let the lions in, smoke out the den | 
| Park the Benz, hopped out slid | 
| Your niggas froze, some of them hid | 
| They ain’t on this shit | 
| We hella dipped, I knocked your bitch | 
| I ain’t even a pimp | 
| She on the strip bringing this shit | 
| Be back by ten, that’s what she said, that’s what she meant | 
| Sense your kick in that’s what she did, trill bitch | 
| Very rare in this atmosphere at the table | 
| When I feast bosses eating I pull you up a chair | 
| Everybody eating, everybody shining | 
| Organised rhymes, family got the profits rising | 
| Where we go from that depends on whether you scared | 
| 'Cause scared don’t make bread and we tryna beat the points spread | 
| Switched been on the water but I ain’t in a waterbed | 
| That’s a ship I had to charter there | 
| Me and twenty of my cars in here | 
| I got a little art man up in here, a boss is always prepared |