Alaska (part. Hades66)

(I’m dying rich, stupidly dope)
It's WICKED OUTSIDE
(Dope)
(I want a jet to take me from Alaska to Saturn)
(A little servant brings me breakfast)
(I’m dying rich, stupidly dope)
Beat-Beat-BeatBoy, how you did it?

(For stress relief, eating coconuts)
(Just three hoes, to keep it low-key)
(With too many, the fun gets old)
(And if they see what I got, they go crazy)
Hahaha

(For stress relief, eating coconuts)
(Just three hoes, to keep it low-key)
(With too many, the fun gets old)
(And if they see what I got, they go crazy)

I’m dying rich, stupidly dope
The fur of a bear rug on my floor
I want a jet to take me from Alaska to Saturn
A little servant brings me breakfast

A giraffe like Hank, I watch from my window
Sushi on top of models eating in Punta Cana
Blue interior in my luxury car
On dirt roads and in the war, a line of flaming cars

I’m talking to death like Billy and Mandy
XKALIBVR the dick, the Candy chain cut
If it’s past midnight, it’s common for everything to hit me
I’m in labs making drugs with Dexter

A white Lamborghini inside my apartment
Money runs out slow, I never feel it in my account
Stacks of $1,000 and $500 come daily, I don’t even count
Suitcases full of cash on my coffee table

I got people working who don’t mess with the law
Collections of watches I don’t wear to check the time
Smoking until my calculator shows an error
Sometimes, in Norway, I smoke watching the auroras

Even though I love money, I won’t betray for it
Friendships with politicians and cartel bosses
Marble sculptures made with a chisel
Snorkeling, I spend time in Cozumel

On top of the Bellagio, I’m making lines with cards
Just like Mr. Krabs, I have a secret formula
I really enjoy the trip that psilocybin gives
I love that the little Dieguitos never run out

What worries me now are the Lambos in Dubai
Yeah, I saw the mess of bombs, I saw the chaos there
Pets by request, they’re the puppies of a tiger
These are luxuries I’ve indulged in just for getting into the business

Hey (haha), you want Bitcoin, but I give you cash money, Lil Wayne
Throwing parties with little servants, Yamal Lamine
I’m the soul of Orion Pax, but in the body of Optimus Prime
You want to be LeBron, but really, you’re like Bronny James (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

To hunt alligators, Jaguar, the western peninsula
An Audemars is a Piguet, but a Piguet isn’t an Audemars
She lives in a world of mirrors made of so much glass
Tell me what happens after seeing with your eyes a nahual (tell me, tell me, tell me)

Pyramids of the Sun, Aztec and Mayan sacrifices
Things I can explain to you (hey), but if not, they’ll shut me up
She has Eida’s eyes (haha) like Zendaya
Writings in hieroglyphics carved on the wall

Navojoa is the city, Sonora, Vicente without Fox (hey)
Shaquille O'Neal playing basketball for the Lakers, I’m gonna bluff (haha)
She screams like Kendo, but Rasta was the Glock
Death is death, you’re gonna die even if you’re a doctor (amen)

I crossed the border to Tijuana, plane to CDMX
In Alaska, watching the snow, smoking with the yetis
You can talk about configurations that lose settings
I’m still on point with all the crew and my 19x

Fuck it, with my homie we’re still on point (haha)
And screw it, if I go shopping, this flow is a kilo (hey)
It’s not the clothes (no), it’s the crocodile skin
You’re getting old, gray hairs are coming, you’re going to the nursing home

(I’m dying, dying, dying, I’m dying rich, stupidly dope)
(I’m dying rich, stupidly dope)
(I want a jet to take me from Alaska to Saturn)
(A little servant brings me breakfast)

(I’m dying rich, stupidly dope)
(I’m dying rich, stupidly dope)
(I want a jet to take me from Alaska to Saturn)
(A little servant brings me breakfast)