Interlude (Richard Millie)

I’m at Saks Fifth and I’m spending like I hit the lottery
You ain’t gotta tell me lil' bitch, I know you proud of me
Pull up with a M16 with a red beam
Pull up with a M-one-six, kill your whole team
A hunnid dollar cup, why do I drink so much lean?
A hunnid dollar shirt, I just bought it 'cause it looked clean
Spend seven K in one store and I don’t even want the receipt
You know you can’t afford a feature, boy for them you need some real cheese
Draco with the shoulder strap, it’ll put you on your back
I got bowls of exotic, I want several, not a gram
Way before I did a show, I did 'bout a hunnid scams
I think I want a Richard Mille, plain Jane, purple