I pull a string on the lamp that shyt darkens
I'm living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparking
Convo weak and I don't really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy
Looking at the stars and
Alchy on the Henny, woozy in the head, wobbling
Gucci pillow on the bed, while she giving noggin
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol and Spain, bring a book about
Stalin
Dinner serenaded with a violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bytch to hang around that fly shyt
Fine dining Olive Garden, naw bytch Nas is
In the real deal, food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top-notch watches
Rolexes
synonymous shyt I'm copping
Ask her has she been around duffle bags full of that fukk you cash
Get off the jet with me in heels
I'll cup your ass
Looking in my eyes
Saying Nas you're one lucky b*stard
Grip your clutch, you'll get finger fukked in the passenger
I hit the dutch, blow smoke out, music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past you
The visuals