Penthouse Southside & Young Thug

[Intro]
Raah, yeah

[Chorus]
I was in a new Bentley riding to the stars
I got a 12 car garage, I'm no fraud
Cold crew dripping, we supreme, we for sure
More lean on ice and I got lean in my cup
Got cream in my pocket and I put cream on my cars
Hakeem, the one of one, and I got a bad, bad broad
She would clean the nuts and all
If I ain't got my lean, no discussion at all, yeah

[Verse 1]
Backstabber, back jabber breaking up hoes
I got big blatt splattered in my dome
I got addies on the opps, don't go home
Don't worry about staking out my house, you'll need a drone
I'm in the pent one lil' bitch, the top floor, yeah
Who that is peepin' in my window?
That ain't nobody cause I'm living in a penthouse, yeah
God Sunday, popped up at my crib with money
I got bitches tryna fuck me from Monday to Sunday
I could put four Patek Philippe's on my wrist
I could put three Richard Milles on my bitch
I could put 12 million cash at the crib
I got 12 million cash in the hills
I put one-twenty-five in both my ears
'Bout to put YSL and Freebandz on a blimp
My old lady left me, oh well
That's why I bought 20 chains for the real
Before I put a hidin' spot in my crib
If I don't trust a bitch, I pay a ho to dip (Yeah)