Gorgeous (Forbes List) lyrics

[Chorus]
Money comin' in and my pockets looking gorgeous (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Pull up in that car that you n*ggas can't afford it (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Told my mama that I'ma finna get a spot up on the Forbes list (Ayy, ayy, huh)
Fresh to death, Margiela on me, you know you can't ignore it (Ayy, ayy)
Foreign b*tch in the mirror, you know she looking super gorgeous

[Post-Chorus]
Hit the 'Rari, then I floor it
Only f*ck her if she gorgeous
Pockets, they enormous
I was born on a spaceship
Pull up on 'em with that choppa and erase him

[Verse]
Eatin' good, I don't need a reservation
Shakin' sh*t up, b*tch, I'm feelin' like a Haitian
I remember servin' work up in my basement
Sorry mama, but I had it in my basement
Gotta keep the lights on, huh, candle lights off
f*ck her with the lights off, huh, that's what I'm on
Spray 'em just like Lysol, that's on gang, dawg
Any n*gga want beef? I got steak sauce