A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah A hundred million ain't enough, yeah That Audemar thought it was enough, yeah The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah Skydiving Amalfi Coast, yeah My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah Two bezels got these girls obsessed On money and drugs we havin' sex She come with no panties, I put dick in her flesh I'm trippin' in X, got her soakin' wet Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift Change her clothes, gonna change her life Rose Gold froze, make your bitch go bite Bought out the stores? Like Tyson? Pull up on Rodeo, 'bouta go and shoot dice All hood niggas on a PJ flight Rubies and emeralds Emeralds? Residuals I feel like I'm invisible I got them mad, they sad, they pitiful Got these demons with me Got my cross froze Treat me like I'm a God, did the impossible I push up on a dime on a? This bitch came with a chauffeur and panty loafers And went over quarter Rock medallions and gold, I'm a royal flush Put the butterfly door on the Lamb truck I got suicide thoughts, got my wrist cut Get a million a show, watch the wrist flick I got mob ties for the rich bitch Watch her catch it just for the logistics I'ma pull it out and let her kiss it Need over a hundred vibes, I'm a misfit Need over a hundred vibes Just so I can forget about all of my pain Without the attire, just for the flier And take half a ticket just for the name I feel like Messiah I'm gettin' higher till I can't see no evil, yeah I'm ridin' around with a trio I came in Ferrari it ain't none but 2 seaters A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah A hundred million ain't enough, yeah That Audemars thought it was enough, yeah The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah Skydiving Amalfi coast, yeah My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah Two bezels got these girls obsessed On money and drugs we havin' sex She come with no panties, I put dick in her flesh I'm trippin' in X, got her soakin' wet Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift Change her clothes, gonna change her life Rose Gold froze, make your bitch go bite Bought out the stores? Like Tyson? Pull up on Rodeo, 'bouta go and shoot dice All hood niggas on a PJ flight One in the head Take you outta sight I'm on a million, spillin' in ice Done a few wrong, made a few right Kush? And play with the white Bitch get seasick, tryna check the time Rubies and emeralds, and whole lotta diamonds Pop outside when I feel like flyin' Niggas gon' hide 'cause they know they gon' die Just off the curb I was serving them feens Hit a few licks now I feel like a king I was the first to put the pink on my ring 'Bouta go splurge in Chrome Heart jeans Re'd-up again had to buy new machines Me and my twin like to drink codeine Fuck the same bitch like we ain't? I'ma need another arm got too much bling You ain't even built like that put the key up Go and shoot dice all day better re-up I put that trap on a car when I stain I'ma pay up when they scatter your brains Got too much blood on my money my chains Drinking on mud 'bouta go buy a plane I got that murder squad shit in my veins Me and my niggas, we thinkin' the same A hundred bitches ain't enough, yeah A hundred million ain't enough, yeah That Audemars thought it was enough, yeah The Richard Mille wasn't enough, yeah Skydiving Amalfi Coast, yeah My Patek wrist cost me a Ghost, yeah Two bezels got these girls obsessed On money and drugs we havin' sex She come with no panties, I put dick in her flesh I'm trippin' in X, got her soakin' wet Put her in the foreign, sixth-gear shift Change her clothes, gonna change her life Rose Gold froze, make your bitch go bite Bought out the stores? Like Tyson? Pull up on Rodeo, 'bouta go and shoot dice Real street nigga boardin' on the private flight