(I'm shoppin' with Mills, baby) Married my hustle, came up out the slums, we eloped with it Mama, look, your favorite son a big dope dealer Told me pick something I'm good at, a trophy The metric-ton load, safe to say that I'm dope with it (no assumptions) I ain't thinkin', I know it, cartel where I'm goin' The fedora brim had a bend, had the shirt button bust open Tatted up bad, complemented my swag I'm a brick layer, chick give a glance, I'ma fuck on her Find out my partner wan' tap, I can't love on her Simple, you get in your feelings and cuff on her On this holy divine day, I hereby manifest The big-body, all-black Range Rover Autobiography SV With the brains blowed out, with the yellow calipers The same energy in the universe is the same energy in me, and with that energy, I command it to be I'm right here where I'm supposed to be Skilled in some areas, shooter like Stephen If I'm in your area, brandish your weapon I'll send you to heaven without second guessin' it Walkin' off calmly, tuck my accessories New holdin' company, we assessin' it I'm not compromisin', I got out my body Still apologizin' to my neck and wrist Newborn baby cryin', had a naked wrist Ice on my fingers and both of my wrists My emerald-cut pendants, don't know what neglection is Babysit bricks, tryna take all my children The CPS come, but they know what protection is Secret compartment, don't know where my weapon is, woo Shout out my Mexican, woo I'm in the transport package land, turn where I stand to a dance floor She think it's cute, love the way I be movin' Feelin' real groovy, don't know how to dance, though We out in public, when we finished eatin' We interlock fingers, she can't let my hands go This not a grill, I can floss in between 'em My diamonds be twinklin' whenever I'm speakin' (bling blaow, bling blaow) I'm a big eagle, they peep my demeanor Without even thinkin', she lovin' my swag, though (I'm right here where I'm supposed to be) Facts, shout out her old nigga He did not want her to grow bigger Mama, mama Your favorite son don't do no trippin' Bae, this my mama, mama, this bae Your favorite son a big dope dealer Say you want grandbabies, I'm 'bout to make you some Take her home, bathe her, and dope dick her Bae, you that thang and I'm that thang We 'bout to make us some dope children One other thing, they not gon' ever be dope dealers I'm right here where I'm supposed to be