20 G's for the backpack Hopping out a Bentaker, 40 on me comapct You niggas see the songs, you niggas riding that Jump-roping by the ocean i took the Maybach The 911 getting allocated, I'm doing calisthenics While you stuck writing love-letters Money-fetish, go so hard, I can cop whatever LV, Stephen Sprouse with the green letters I'm just me, flyer then you niggas in a white tee ATL, doing a couple numbers sipping ice-tea Germany, I'm way from the bay, how'e you've heard of me? Smiling big, see the yellow stones in my gold teeth Bucket hat, with the gold piece, like Run-D.M.C Casual 15, 202 when I'm out eating This is not a dream baby girl, this the real thing 10 carrots on the middle finger, fuck everything Man, long way home. Man Came back with a bag Ey-ey Took the long way home Ey-ey Eating heavy, I might have to switch the pant size Standing on big business, step on a franchise Try to vision me rolling, go with them fantasize German machine, emerald green with the tan inside We really the ones, there's nothing 2 about it Planted some roses in the dirt [?] and it grew from out it Keep the thing in arms reach, and never move without it Click the hot topic, and you can read the news about it Let me stretch out on the pink Big ass jacket with an extension to the feet I'm updated with putting product fresh out on the street This California sunshine, I step out in breeze Sticking a shift, riding midnight with the wingman Showing out, blowing a penthouse on a ringband Bringing so much to the function, holding the thing hand, in the open I never went to the ocean and tried to bring sand (and it's like that) What's happening? Man, long way home. Man Came back with a bag Ey-ey Took the long way home Ey-ey