Intro

Part 1: Intro [Intro] Corporate Saudi Smoking like i’m trying to take my mind off the money Knowing damn well i can’t get my mind off the money Cigarillo extra Philly focused on a billi Screaming free Millz, anything else to me is silly [Verse 1] I met that man and i ain’t had to do the voice What the fuck that tell you, I’m the people’s choice I love counting money, love the taste and the smell I’m just trying to bail my brother out of jail I hopped up out the water with that gat bag Lil something hunnid large in that black bag Fuck money up in the club with the Susu’s Type money to make nobody a who’s who Champagne showers like “drown bitch, drown bitch” I’m every drug dealer’s worst feeling Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling I’m like a billionaire’s first million Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling Just to wake up every day is a wonderful feeling Cake, you can't have none You a broke nigga, broke nigga I got cake, you can't have none Cause you a broke nigga, broke nigga Tour T’s that I performed at More shows that I kill my fans mourn that Got your favourite rapper looking insecure I asked that nigga if he’s sure, he thought it was sure I’m breaking down the weed, I got my fingers high Wake me up if I’m dreaming, am I dreaming high? International Saudi chirping off the landline A lot of tricks up my sleeve and I Iand mine I got a sure shot and it’s point blank Walking in the bank but I ain’t try’na rob the bank Bitches love Saudi got me thinking like my momma think Bitches love drinking, I bought that shit you gotta drink Can’t trust a soul, I’m that nigga, I don’t gotta blink More flowers, more flowers bitch you got a stank A nigga all about his money then we gotta clink The ice, the ice skating and I’m the rink Nigga’s tripping like he’s sipping out yo momma drink Nigga’s woozy like I spit a million bars to him This just the intro, it’s the rest o’ the songs too Part 2 [Produced by Nascent] Face tattoos i’m fitting them with the suits I’m still eating McDonald's, they cherish salads and soups Just call me Saudi, Osama Obama Only God can judge me, fuck you Your Honor I’m counting all this money screaming free Millz Puttin' in that work, bossy nigga paying bills Start to get my mind right, nigga no tag alongs It finally makes perfect sense, had it all along From succumbing to the forces of failure, success You ain’t doing what I did, I done it the best Feet up, sipping King Island Cloud Juice You a product of the closest three around you Fuck with nine broke nigga’s, you bound to be the tenth one I stop counting albums nigga when I hit the tenth one Flowers II, thank Rooski, he told me to do it Precise, I’m really in the field and my wordplay is stupid The world is my playground and I’m having fun I heard... then I knew I had a son But little did I know, the shade of the sun They copycat you just to say you ain’t the only one Bitches only one me, but I present the clones Don’t get a name of me, nigga get your own I used to care bout money, nowadays I don’t I used to help niggas out, nowadays I won’t Don’t think that I won’t pull it cause I fucking will Shoot my ratchet if i have to,I’m keeping it thrill And my hood-niggas love me like I made a mill’ I made a living of rap, man I fucking killed I’m the rapper, Quil the trapper now put us together If he so much as need a napkin I’m cleaning this mess up We sitting at the table with moguls, we winning Just us at the table no labels we winning Last year i was stressing during the snowfall This year I’m throwing cash like a snowball Igloo, Iceman, Saudi at the white house Dark shades, high as fuck, outside world is White Out White I, White II, nigga what the fuck it do You know who the fuck I am, and I don’t give a fuck ‘bout you Tweetdelete, tough talk only on the internet Fuck with me in real life, and nigga that won’t be a treath Give me a check, I’mma make it do what it do momma Let’s have a threesome, just me, you and you kinda I’m smoking dope and I don’t surf the interweb Cause that shit ain’t real, it’s all in your head Information mothafucka’s still plugged in Mex vacation, Young Saudi still plugged in [Outro] Coke still wet, and niggas still hating And niggas still dreaming, that’s why they still waiting Let’s get it