Marble Floors Video (MV)

(Yeah, it's that Really Rich shit, nigga)
(It's that double R, bird business shit)
(I got rich off and I cut everybody off, f*ck 'em)
(We ain't with that bird business shit nigga, it's f*ckin' global)
(You know it, nigga, yeah)
(I love you too, ha-ha)

Cleanin' my car in the rain (in the rain, nigga)
Nigga can't ask me for shit, you know they ain't hittin' my motherf*ckin' drank
Fifties look like my cup, it's pink, yeah
Go to the bank and pull out them Franks
I put on cologne in the bank (yeah)
Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherf*ckin' neck, I'm a walkin' saint
Asked her, if she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley, yeah
Up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi, yeah (semi)
F*ck all them niggas, they know it's gon' go up
(Some nigga gone have to kill me)
(You gotta kill me, nigga, yeah)
(F*ck you, nigga)

Take half a mil' out the bank, put it in this bitch face
She got scared, kinda, she ain't ever seen that much money, bet I make her faint (I make her faint)
She told me, "Change the light in the car," so she can get her a lil' picture
Soon as I bought her Chanel, she ain't wanna go back to her nigga (ain't wanna go back to that nigga)
(She like, "F*ck that nigga, man, that nigga could never do what you do")
(Yeah, your man can't)
(Yeah, f*ck that nigga, f*ck 'em)
Black trucks behind me in traffic (traffic, yeah)
Snipers on the f*ckin' roof, I give 'em the green light, he gon' smash it (woo)
Don't have your head turnt backwards (Turnt backwards)
Got a lil' bitch and she up in my payroll, workin' that magic
Bitch twice my age (woo), but she still calling me daddy (woo)
In a black truck (woo), it's a Caddy (Caddy)
Got a lot of these bad bitches on me shakin' ass (yeah), yeah, they get ratchet (yeah)
I'm off that boop, baby, what's happenin'? (Woo)
Tell that boy you'll see him later, finna pick you up in the Rolls (woo, skrrt)
Fast forward through the night, then I had her friend up in the Ghost (skrrt)

Cleanin' my car in the rain (in the rain, nigga)
Nigga can't ask me for shit, you know they ain't hittin' my motherf*ckin' drank
Fifties look like my cup, it's pink, yeah
Go to the bank and pull out them Franks
I put on Cologne in the bank (yeah)
Fifty thousand for the chain on my motherf*ckin' neck, I'm a walkin' saint
Asked her, if she wanna cry in the bucket or come cry in the Bentley, yeah
Up in the club and I got my lil' Glock tucked, Fatty got a semi, yeah (semi)
F*ck all them niggas, they know it's gon' go up
(Some nigga gon' have to kill me)
(You gotta kill me, nigga, yeah)
(F*ck you, nigga)

I ain't the type of nigga to share my fragrance, yeah
Can't be smellin' the same around these bitches, young nigga, you hear me?
My memory clouded up by drugs, sip codeine 'til I'm dizzy
Park the Maybach on the curb, got these white people like, "He trippin'"
I snaked you but you snaked me first, why it gotta be reptilian?
I sip on the purp', not the green, that's yo' boyfriend, he chameleon
You gotta know what's going on, I'm not a regular civilian
I told my mom before she was gone that I'd see me a million
Oh, the irony, oh-oh
Better get his bitch 'fore I take her home 'cause she eyein' me, oh
Bitch, I ain't stupid, think I'm a trick, I ain't buyin' it, yeah
Sit in the back of the Ghost like I'm possessed
Take her to designer stores, watch her get undressed
Instagram bio say she highly favored and she blessed