Turnpike Ike

I told her that, she can't fuck me like I'm a king no more

I told her she gotta make love to me like I'm an emperor, her emperor

Man, I done got money everywhere, nigga, but particularly that Turnpike South

It's been a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel

(M-M-M)

Indictment on the way, got Sadow on the case

When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face

Nigga movin' like the Mob, hundred thousand Francs

Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (Swish)

Determined to be one of the fortunate men

Bitches come from everywhere once the hustlin' commence

I see you prayin', testified and forgot the time

Bottom line, your car should get shot up like it was mine

Twenty round, but the voodoo let no harm be allowed

My voodoo, they all know the spirits when I be aroused

Made it to Star Island, started with a nickel rock

Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht

Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover

Opa Laka Airport, let's get the plane loaded

I put it on the Turnpike

Gold rims, whip wheel, blue bills, ducking the termites

I'ma let one of my bad bitches tell you how much paper I got

Baby, what we livin' like? (Twenty houses)

What else? (Fifty cars)

Yeah? (Haha) What I make you feel like? (Priceless, baby)

Ugh, you live for me? (Every day)

You would die for me? (Right now)

Ugh (Haha) Double M G

Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (Me)

Whippin' in the kitchen, that boy was a fast learner

Time to live it up, two million tucked in that new Bentley truck

Ain't too many I can trust, so shooters is a must

I reminisce when it was hit or miss (Ha)

I was innocent until I hit a lick (Haha)

Seven figures on a nigga' mama couch

Don't wanna hear nobody talkin' 'bout a drought (Boss)

I'm chillin on a yacht in my Mitchel and Ness (Ugh)

Stitches in my britches, 57S

Swishers, you could smell 'em on the internet

Ain't beefin' with nobody 'cause I'm killin' that

I tossed a pistol on the car chase (Wooh)

Then walked into the church just like the boy Ma$e

I'm the man out in Barcelona

Got a couple bad bitches out in California

Real language, biggest

Tell these niggas some more shit, bae

(Baby, you the biggest, the biggest boss, you're my boss, baby)

How much money we gon' get? (We gon' get all of it, baby, we gon' take it all, honey)

Turnpike Ike, ugh, ha (You the biggest, baby, you the boss)

Go get a room right out of town and I'm in Oprah's Yacht

I'm makin' moves with all my rounds, you better call the cops

Second weekend I just had to go buy me a drop

Slick remarks and I'm in county, yeah look at me shop

Cold games, I gotta step out and mold 'em in furs

Gil Green the way I capture the moment with words

City mine, I keep the killers that fill up a church

Swear to God, a quarter kilo won't get you a verse

Bring mine, stay on time, and that's where we resign

Meanwhile, we be having such a meaningful time

Spiritual nigga, baptized every G5

With bad bitches who idol still with Nicki Minaj

Rags to riches, now I move with beautiful women

Knew from the beginning that one day that I'd grew to be winning

If you lookin' for me, catch me on the Turnpike

And when you see me, I'ma show you what this work like, nigga

Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike, nigga, Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG

Big Mike, Michael Delancy, free Michael Delancy

Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo

Carol City shit, nigga

(He a thoughtful nigga, boss)

(There won't ever be a boss as big as you, baby

You the biggest, the biggest boss, you the biggest

The biggest boss, you the boss, you the boss)