Pusha T
It’s prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I’m red leather, this cocaine, I’m Rick James, ho
I’m bill droppin’, Ms. Pacman is pill popping, ho
I’m poppin’ too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that’s real money
Check the neck check the wrist, them heads turnin’, that’s exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that’s Swiss time and that’s excellence
Two door preference, roof gone George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant
Lambo, Mercy-lago, she go wherever I go wherever we go we do it pronto
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Pusha Ton would be one of the more lyrical spitters on the track. He absolutely delivered on his verse and even had one of that catchiest lines on the entire track.
Mercy-Lago.