To the Needle.

Okay the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice

I say the redder the wine then the deeper the roots

Writing checks and signing papers

Laying on a Prada blanket

Planning on world domination with the cheeses and the fruits

I saw a hundred million last night

Wonder if I'm dreaming or I'm thinking 'bout my past life

Or thinking 'bout the next one

But please don't hit my number when the check come

Promise you that shit is not available

And terms is not debatable

Paint a picture vivid, I'm in Sweden sipping tea up