Stepped into the Building

Stepped into the building, chain just swinging on my neck
Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist
Tucked into my waist, lil′ semi with the clip
Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like (Whoo)
Vintage sticks, little blast from the past
Gold rings clink when I′m passing the glass
Just stepped into the building, show a little face
Then I'm back on the road like (Whoo)

Dubai trips on a jet plane
Bahrain links for the watch and the neck chain
Doha drinks when I land
I'ma sip a chai tea ′cause the flight gives me neck pain (Whoo)
Mumbai gold for the wifе, she′s smiling
Might add a notch on the bed framе (Woo)
Italian suede in the seats of the brand new motor
Quick little squirt of the

Agarwood oud from Mozambique
Got the tailor suit with the brogues on feet
I'm in Casablanca, blowing Jacaranda
With the AC blowing in the driver′s seat (Whoo)
Talk to the platinum hands on my time piece boy
'Cause the face ain′t listening
Shining, glistening
Look at these diamonds dance while I stepped inside of the building

Chain just swinging on my neck
Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist
Tucked into my waist, lil' semi with the clip
Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil′ sip like (Whoo)
Vintage sticks, little blast from the past
Gold rings clink when I'm passing the glass
Just stepped into the building, show a little face
Then I'm back on the road like (Hoo)

Quick nip down to the strip
Got gold on my wrist and a side back packed full of clips (Yeah)
Strap another Backwood, get that lit
Then pass that round to the left like this (Whoo)
Smoke in my lungs, toting a gun
I could never be broke, got a load of the funds
Cash in the bank, antiques in the yard
Make money when I speak, you′re lucky I don′t charge

Bite bigger than the bark, big dog
Time ticking on a mark, wrist watch
Need a break from the bar, chip shop
Side chick sitting in the car, wife pissed off (Whoo)
Let me tell you something 'bout boys like us
We ain′t here for the chit chat
You can tell we ain't here for the games
By the way we look when the boys stepped into the building

Chain just swinging on my neck
Gold rings on my fingers, something on my wrist
Tucked into my waist, lil′ semi with the clip
Big glass of the Bombay, take a lil' sip like (Whoo)
Vintage sticks, little blast from the past
Gold rings clink when I′m passing the glass
Just stepped into the building, show a little face
Then I'm back on the road like