Agarwood oud from Mozambique
Got the tailor suit with the brogues on feet
I'm in Casablanca, blowing jacaranda
With the AC blowing in the driver's seat
Talk to the platinum hands on my timepiece boy
'Cause the face ain't listening
Shining, glistening
Look at these diamonds dance while I stepped inside of the building
Chain just swinging on my neck
Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist
Tucked into my waist, lil' semi with the clip
Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like
Vintage sticks, little blast from the past
Gold rings clink when I'm passing the glass
Just stepped into the building, show a little face
Then I'm back on the road like
Quick nip down to the strip
Got gold on my wrist and a side back packed full of clips
Strap another Backwood, get that lit
Then pass that round to the left like this
Smoke in my lungs, toting a gun
I could never be broke, got a load of the funds
Cash in the bank, antiques in the yard
Make money when I speak, you're lucky I don't charge