No Wrinkles In My Collar Lyrics

Yeah, you know, yeah, yeah

Jewelry clean, the maid will mop and sweep

I barely lift a hand

Maid on mop and sweep, n***a

Yeah, jewelry clean, maid a mop and sweep

I barely lift a hand

Fed Ex stuck outside the gate

The dolbermans bark... get in the van!

Paintings hang inside the haunted house

I keep it spic and span

Maybach AC stuck on 60

I'm still outside with the fan

I think my middle name is

"Selling dope and pulling schemes"

Every time my Uncles get let out

We back to cooking cream

Calling me from the cell like

What you doing, n***a

This shit looking green

Bitch ain't gotta do too much

But keep her car and pussy clean

I think my pimpin' name is

I just hit expensive licks

Bro, he tote the Drac

He's just like Drake

He take the biggest hits!

Smoke come from the bay

Oh, you my bae (Bay)

Just cause I'm Filthy Rich

Giving her game

I'm tryna program her mind

All while I give her dick

This shit could be about 50 cent

The switch on me in Italy

Don't pick on me, my little friend

Spent half a million just on rent

Before you meet my mama

First you gotta pick up immigrants

Yeah, no wrinkles in my collar

Yeah, no skeletons in my closet

Just Mcqueens on top of Pradas

Yeah, we living like we some mobsters

Yeah, you know

Original M.O.B., we up some Dollars n***a

Hey, no wrinkles in my collar

Yeah, no skeletons in my closet

Just Mcqueens on top of products

I'm putting this shit together

Just like I'm posed to Im with Gwala

In the Maybach with my Muslim friend

I might take my shahada

And the carrot count is higher

Then the pill count, we shiners

We ready to go to war

And ball on you like Peaky Blinders

Doing donuts in the Phantom

Like this shit ain't cost you chabbata

And I put my two weeks notice

In the trap before I retired

And I ball just like Beatrice

This bitch with me might be a actress

Just paid my plug back, we in Dallas

Got Hermes links like Cleopatra

Made my plug, my dog, my momma, my son nem

all wanna be a rapper

Two different mansions

Trap out one. the J's

Sleep on the pissy matress

I got scripts inside the cabinet

I'm like 50-50 twin

Dolphin skin inside my Bentley

Mandarin seats in my Benz

Side mirror, wave like fins

Press a button and they bend

If I pull off in my sailboat

The top will catch wind

Old n****s smacking like young n****s

They all told me gen

I might love you a little more

You break this trick with your friend

Stuff a sweet of California

Burn that shit to the end

World Wide Web google me

The Pimp with the pen, yeah !!!!!

No wrinkles in my collar, yeah

No skeletons in my closet

Just McQueens on top, they pradas, yeah

We living like we some mobsters, yeah

You know, original M.O.B

We up some dollars, yeah

No wrinkles in my collar, yeah

Just Chanel in her closet

You McQueen on top, we're pradas, yeah

I'm putting this shit together

Just like I'm posed to im with Gwala

In the Maybach with my, .........

you know what I'm sayin', yeah

You know, n***a, you know

Car count higher than the pill count

Thank God, yeah

It's what we doin', man, yeah

We done linked up, yeah

Bought billions, you know, yeah

Family, yeah

One umbrella, one universe, yeah

Hey, hey, hey, yeah

No wrinkles in my collar, you feel me

You know how we hold court, just keepin' it like that

How it always got to be kept, yepppppppppppp

Yeah, let's go