Italian suede in the seats of the brand new motor
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 (hoo)
Talk to the platinum hands on my timepiece boy
'Cause the face ain't listening
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 (hoo)
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