The sun beaming Y'all ready? Ayo, DJ DaFuck, it's T-Baby I don't think you ready Money Hopper I must say, I'm glad you found your way here Cookie crumbs in the Rolls, Jet Fuels in they vests Swim trunks in the trunk, Geneva water the best The passport lookin' thick, the afro need a pick My skin soak up the sun, ain't shakin' hands with you bums Money Hopper, the new car doors, they lift open Water dry off, the French open I rub it in these niggas' faces like dick lotion That Big B is in motion Coral peach cobbler dough, spit like a Llama dough Used to be reckless, you should see what them commas do Lunar floor, see the summertime, look like private school Keep it low, don't want that shit to blow like Osama's shoe I'm a true connoisseur, hotel concierge Know me as that spaced out nigga with the chunky ears UFC, that shit swole up, that's VVS Keep Vic safe, that's a mansion on that USB Passport stamped up, Tyler Bordelaire nigga