Who Is He?

DJ Leos. They know Ilya, yeah, the name ring bells. Black Cayenne pushin' fast like hell. Skrrt. BMW, Benz, leave 'em in the past. No. See me flyin', all they see is tail- Lights flash. Vroom. Pull up clean, yeah, the fit Too mean. Drip so fresh, whole squad on scene. Yeah. Gold on my wrist, ice cold, no steam. Look like money, movin' like a king. Huh? Athletic frame, yeah, built like a tank. Flex. Step in the room, all the shorties say, "Damn." Custom suit, mixin' Prada with the bank. Drip. No fake moves, every step I take great. They know Ilya, yeah, the name ring bells. Ding. Black Cayenne pushin' fast like hell. Skrrt. BMW, Benz, leave 'em in the past. No. See me flyin', all they see is tail-light, Lights flash. Vroom. Money long, but the style even better. Yeah. Louis V coat match the icy cold weather. Everything I touch turn gold, no pressure. No cheap talk, every word like treasure. Huh? And my bro just as fly, just as Cold. Sheesh. Two kings, yeah, the legend been told. Double our dreams, but we livin' 'em bold. True. Top-tier moves, every play is pure gold. Yeah. Fast lane life, no time for the weak. Nah. They tryna keep up, but they stuck on Repeat. Skrrt. They see Ilya, know the level elite. Ooh. Black Cayenne, now watch me speed. Gone. Wake up in Paris, lunch out in Rome. Ding. Dinner in Tokyo, penthouse my home. Private jet life, yeah, I'm always in roam. True. Passport tatted, got stamps on my dome. Flex. Santorini views, yeah, the water too blue. Moscow to Dubai, yeah, I do what I do. Ooh. New York nights, top floor with a view. Skrrt. Ilya too global, whole world in my crew. Facts. Hop out in London, the Rari's all black. Vroom. Next stop in Bali, my villa out back. Ooh. No need to check when I'm swipin' the Tag. Nah. Money on money, I never look back. Bling. They know Ilya, yeah, the name ring bells. Black Cayenne pushin' fast like hell. Skrrt. BMW, Benz, leave 'em in the past. Gone. See me flyin', all they see is tail-light, Lights flash. Vroom.