Envy - Blaike, Gee James, Darui

You already know what the fuck is going on man

YCM, Vitry-sur-seine

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I don’t make excuses

I swear to God I do it

Niggas wanna talk about me

I swear to God I swept them

OK dawg

Man’s so poor, he can’t afford a job

We got the money we’re flexing on your face

Your niggas so broke, get the fuck off my face

Then I switch lanes, M’s in the bank

I got some niggas in pin for the bank

In the VIP section, two bad bitches pull up with th full drinks

Call me on the road

Casse pas ls couilles

Man’s breaking my balls

Niggas be talking, got nothing to show

I’m on already go, I’m on my shows

I’m from Vitry, Southside

Y’all niggas wanna play

Y’all niggas wanna get die

Need my money pronto

Man’s so gorilla, straight from the Congo

I’m just landing in T.O., I’m smoking on Gelato

Niggas wanna pop my team, got things to make your case close

Big tuuuh, pow

Independant niggas we runnin' the show

I got the money, them bitches on the floor

Swear to God, these niggas wanna steal my flow

I don’t talk to them

Don’t fuck with them

Man’s wanna steal my flow

I can’t just accept them

Boy’s so filthy, boy’s so envy, boy’s so thitsty

Too many Euros on the table, I can’t convert it

Used to counting everytime, I swear on my night shift

Niggas wanna pardon me, I swear I can’t get that shit

Look man I got options

If she’s open, so myself in

She needs new friends, I need more M’s

I play no games, I spend big bands in this bitch

Money moving like a brick (Yeah)

Double M

Money Mitch

No Maybach (Yeah)

Back on my shit in August

No Jada

Call me, iPhone

Smartphone don’t know nothing

Countin'

There is nothing more important

Paper talk like the bible

Put money on the label

Cooking shit from the labo (Yeah)

Young nigga with dreads

I’m just tryna gettin' paid

Way way way (way up)

100, flipped it

This is how you getting bread

And the nigga gone hate

And the bitches gone take

I do not talk no chit-chat

I’m still waiting on your diss track

Try me, one time

Put niggas in their place

I put niggas in the dirt

Like I just woke up in the grave

Flows coming out of the space

Fuck a bitch, I don’t date

I go straight to it so believe that

She’s rocking Dior on her way

Better ask your bitch where she get that?

100 racks in the safe

Blaike’s told me how to flipped that

Watch yourself just in case

Cause I know JT gonna catch that… YCM

I’m holding it down for my team in this relay race, I’m the only front runner

Still screaming out I am the best like there is no other

I’m holding it down for my team in this relay race, I’m the only front runner

Still screaming out I am the best like there is no other

Still tryna fuck the game up bad without using no rubber

And I still got D A R U I printed on my jumper

A lot of niggas getting so brave on the net oh what da bomba?

I just wanna get paid, hop on a jet then fly down under

The difference from me to them, is they wanna lie and slumber

I was in the rain all summer, did the dirty work call me the plumber

I’ll do worse if you come for my brother

You don’t wanna get smoked like some papers

Get my niggas to strike you like thunder

Took a weekend to fly out to Naples

I met with the plug he just came back from Ghana

He told me the fucking Warzone is outrageous

The people will do anything for the plunder

I’ve been on the road and it’s not been the safest

I’ve been at the bottom I’ve climbed through the stages

I’ve seen niggas hearts go through so many changes

And just like Arya they changed their faces

I ain’t got time to be teaching the basics

My minds on a million I’m stucked in the matrix

I want a million stuffed into the cases

It’s time to get paid cause I’m losing my patience