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[verse 1] What if I told you — another check on the table, City underneath me, black Benz, low cable. Tinted out the windows, world behind glass, I count up the bundles, never count what passed. Baby by my side, with her hand on my thigh, We float through the night while the streetlights slide. Pressure in my chest, but I keep control, Money never sleeps, yeah, it plays its role. I move like chess, every step ice-cold, Every move I make brings another bankroll. Heavy chain hanging, wrist still lit, Pocket never folds, pocket never quits. [what’s that?] Yeah, that Benz — all black like the night, Headlights cut the fog while I’m gone from sight. Waves in my head, new trends, more stress, But my balance keeps rising — complex process. I switch lanes fast, heartbeat on blast, Like I’m lifting through the noise while the city moves past. I dance through the chaos like I’m skating on ice, If the world puts pressure, I still pay the price. [chorus] Look at him now — Pockets getting thicker like Michelin, This money might buy me a house in Switzerland. Maybe Tokyo, Paris — that’s another plan, Pressure hits hard like a blitz, but I stand. Look at him now — Pockets getting thicker like Michelin, This money might buy me a house in Switzerland. Maybe Tokyo, Paris — that’s another plan, Pressure hits hard like a blitz, but I stand. [verse 2] In a couple months, I might triple the flow, I don’t throw words if I don’t know the score. Wrote these lines in my sleep, dream on repeat, I wrote down the vision, now the numbers speak. Moving real quiet, I don’t need that noise, Let the money talk, I don’t raise my voice. This a slow burn, marathon, no dash, But I run this game with a grip on the bag. Pressure keeps rising like a dam might crack, But I stay calm in the storm with the ice on my chest. Every new risk turns into an asset, Even in the dark, I still know where I’m headed. Baby, this a slow burn, we don’t rush the scene, I don’t trust words, I just watch the green. Everything I dreamed turned into a plan, I took that chance like a grant in my hand. [chorus] Look at him now — Pockets getting thicker like Michelin, This money might buy me a house in Switzerland. Maybe Tokyo, Paris — that’s another plan, Pressure hits hard like a blitz, but I stand. Look at him now — Pockets getting thicker like Michelin, This money might buy me a house in Switzerland. Maybe Tokyo, Paris — that’s another plan, Pressure hits hard like a blitz, but I stand.
