Nos Tempos de Motorola

Just spilled that lean in my soda
This girl does everything for me, she's awesome
Plug is the same tape, he's never off duty
Just give a shout in the dm, he shows up
I'm inside the lobby, left the Porsche outside
I spend all my money every month, still have some left
I make an investment and every month it doubles
I remember how it was in the times of Motorola
This girl likes Fendi, Gucci, Fashion Nova
Carrying a Goyard bag, looks like snake skin
She almost cries when it's time to leave
I know you hate it and the other day you come back
Because today is Saturday and we're like John Travolta
Packaging dope, getting a pack of dollars
I only use designer, I don't want spring shoes
If she's online, we'll figure it out

Where I come from, no one is rich like this
My cup is dirty, yes, because I mixed it with lean
Feeling like Flacko Jodye when I rhyme on this beat
Even in another place you can feel my kit
With friends in the VIP, some chicks stripping
Rick Ross pocket, feeling like Big Meeth
Loaded with chains, man, like Slick Rick
I remember how it was in the times of Motorola