[Intro: Pusha T]
It's like an itch you can't scratch
It's like a (*##$ you can't shake

I still wanna

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Sleeping with the finest, the thread count is bindless
Security blanket of cocaine, I am Linus
In this climate I'm Kareem Burke tied in

The Roc's silent partner I ain't throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up
Sparkles to the table, got him feeling like he's Merlin

Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
Learn from OGs, Alfa Romeos and Sterlings
Updated that, upgraded that

Suffocation blue, in the inside's potato sack
Yeah, talk money, %#@!, I'm made of that
Cocaine parties like the 70's, I cater that

You know what fame is? Sitting with the woman
Of your dreams and forgetting what her name is
You know what pain is? Flushing two bricks

And tryna have a ^!$$% strain it out the drainage

[Hook]

See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo'd
I still wanna sell kilos
It's like I'm throwing rocks at the Pen begging for the Rico

I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like I'm tryna find Nemo
I still wanna sell kilos

That's what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito
I still wanna sell kilos


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Grew up watching momma car repo'd
A little ^!$$% staring through the peep hole

How you think I felt knowing daddy wasn't there
Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets

When we talking business, talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations through my OnStar
Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of I's

Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out
Red velour, I'm in the white glass house
Half a ticket (*##$es quick to drop it on the scale

City of dope where real ^!$$% sell yay'
Everyday a ^!$$% dies and we can't ask why
Showing more love to (*##$es $#&@ed on the side

Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church
Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]

Testarossa top models, G4s
Gucci pass the crease off, everything I climb in, I win
Richard Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing

Black label everything, logos in the lining
Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head
Powder falls, smoke clears through the walking dead

The Rosé bottles pour for the champions
You'd think it was a Grammy win, celebration spills
Through the morning like an Ambien, (*##$es love my ambience

Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras
Thousand ^!$$%s deep, never needed body guards
Thousand ki's that I'm about to do Pilates on

Wear the king's crown like the grill a Maserati's on
Catty corner parked, doors ajar, on a stripper
Blew a fuse and caught a body on, cocaine storaging

Liva living dreams, y'all DeLoreans is pouring in

[Hook]