Ladies and gentlemen, we just landed in Geneva, yeah that's in Switzerland, we're on the yacht. A young lady just fed me French vanilla ice cream, we all got our toes out too. Call me when you get lost! I'ma travel the globe, you keep the block high, driver, open the door for me, my hair, her finders

We playin' hide and seek with the passports, where the fuck we at? Oh, the pilot gotta remind us, yeah. The luggage is pilin', I need to close the way, so many stinkies sit in my wallet, look like a floating jet. A Cartier, so light on my body, thought I floated here, we boated here, it's too gentile, but call me Baudelaire, yeah. Out in Switzerland, travel with my bitch, see me kissin' dog, I love when she let me rub her like Michelin

A hundred grand to sleep on the bird, the wings are whistlin' like... Man, they ain't listenin', we cross the line like immigrants and benefit from it. Keep on stuntin' on these n***as, make them sick to they stomach, man, y'all don't understand. Fish so fresh that you can taste the same, yeah, we gettin' lost, but we know who we dreamin'

Bada-bada-bada, son-son-suntin', treat that last part like you n***as ain't sayin' nothin'. Yeah. You see these excursions right here? Just too lavish to post on the gram. Gangsta, gangsta, greasy

Excuse me, pardon me, the wind, it blows so hard at me, like Mother Nature, arguing about some baby bars to beep. And I'm stuck in the middle of the sandwich, like slaughter me. Got my middle fingers to the cameras, that's recording me from y'all to me. Stop calling me unless you're ordering, I'm on the beach, I got my feet out

And I stay on my feet, the corner beat, I'm on a deep route. Throw the ball at me, throw all this lean, what have you seen now? I guess they see now, that's touchdown. Catch a beat down, like I catch touchdowns. I fuck around and slow the beat down, and take the germs out. The speed of my blunts, agreed, I'ma eat my own float

And I'm in need of a floor, I'ma eat me a rabbit, I might as well eat me a hoe. Ho! I'm hot as hell when the weather is freezing, the cold as the devil, the demon, and ghost. I'ma get even to even, get even some more. It's too late to even get low

Bow, whoop, gang, whoop, gang, that's what I need you to know. Moolah, wheezy, the goat, the wind beneath my wings. Desert eagle underneath my coat. Yeah, Moolah, bitch. Hard way. All aboard, n***a

You see, we just over here admiring the view of the mountains from the lake. Of course. Y'all know it's Wolf Hadley, man, stop fucking playing