

Uh, chop, chop
Clear the airspace
The icon has arrived
Luxury taste, international plates
I set the pace while you
follow the wake
Gold on the neck,
silk on the floor
When I walk in,
they open the door Rev the
engine, sirens blaring,
I don't see no competition Private
flight from BKK,
I'm always on a global mission
Got that bass distorted,
luxury is heavily imported Everything I
touch is gold,
my legacy is fully sorted
Paparazzi flashing, fashion week,
I'm always crashing Bank accounts are
multiplying, haters steadily subtracting
Luxury taste, international plates
I set the pace while you
follow the wake
Gold on the neck,
silk on the floor
When I walk in,
they open the door
Start the engine
Let's go Ayy
Luxury taste, international plates
I set the pace while you
follow the wake
Gold on the neck,
silk on the floor
When I walk in,
they open the door