The Weeknd, Lil Baby, Suzanna Son False Idols

Be careful with who you call a God
I can't go without my pole and my rod
Sipped a cup and then I nod
Made a hundred million, must be good at my job
I done made it out the land of the brave
I can tell you shake my hands that it's fake
Free the guys, the ones who never made a statement
Slidin' with a Drake, I made it home safe
Baseball numbers on all of my contracts
Billionaires buddies, they all in my contacts
I get you hit on GP, they want nothin' back
Made twenty million last month, tryna run it back (Run it back)
Watches over like a God
It goes down, I'm the onе they gon' blame
Gotta leav, whеre my soul, how I came
I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains
But I went through a lot for this money and fame
(This money and fame, this money and fame)
For this money and fame
I did a lot to get here? No comment
I put a lot in my ear, both of 'em
The Rari is fast as it gets, hold on
I'm 'bout to take off, bear with me
I don't wanna beef with you niggas
My beef with the system, big bro at the end of his habeas
I talk to him daily, I told him he still comin' home
I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shit
When money keeps comin', the feelin' is great
I pay eight figure taxes, no more section eight
I was workin' my wrist tryna see what it take
Made a thirty, blew sixty, the feeling's amazing
Now I can charge by the hour, sixty minutes
Say they pay me a minute, that's crazy
My diamonds really be shinin', no shade