Larry's Diner pt. 2

It's so many numbers on my schedule. I reached in the cooler with the emeralds all In my bezel. Before I pull off, Gotta check the levels. Pocket full of Jacksons, I'm just stackin', I ain't spendin' nothin'. Yellow Bottega with a number, they only made a Few. G-Wagon all up the five, I should've took The coupe. Organized crime, gotta stay organized When you playin' with them pies. Sometimes I'm wakin' up with cold sweats. Wanna snake me? Watch cost a eighty. Katy with a snail, lil' tuck in the Mercedes. I'm way too advanced. I'm Sea Ranch tan and you brought sand to The beach. I brought snow to Alaska. My income passive, portfolio massive. I'm chillin', checkin' the irrigation at the castle. When the 296 is spinnin', turnt off the traction. Soon as the Michelins hit the tarmac, I'm straight to it. These youngins prayin' that they Get a call back. I want it all, so I make sure I Spend my time wisely. Articulate myself well when talkin' dollars. My seat back as I'm cruisin' through the sunset. Hundreds so new, I ain't even get the thumb Yet. I'm tellin' niggas get down or lay down. We takin' over shit, we want ownership, Equity. Cuttin' off anything, well, Tendencies. Don't pity me. Swimming pool infinity. You minuscule, I'm big league. Dusting off my Roy Keens. Uh, 296s, S790s. Matted out Ducatis, chromed out wallet. Tilted to the side, watch that shit get to Droppin'. I had dreams of that Masi. Woke up in a Bentley on my way to Seremani. Who copy? Uh, goddamn. Sheesh. Ayy, ayy. Damn. 296, S790s. Ayy, Goddamn. Suck a ten. Uh, job.