[Intro ghostface killah]

Sitting in this library, man

Reading these fucking books

Britannica encyclopedias, l. ron hubbard

Tony robbins, and these muthafuckas, youknowhatimsaying, sheek louch

[Ghostface killah]

Glasshouse, I reside by the library

Yves saint laurent frames, sipping ciroc berry

Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up

Long ashes, hanging off the blunt then I pluck

Fell back power napping, stones they cover my bones

Bricks laying on my pinkie like tombstones

Unbutton my shirt, unloosen my tie

Got the fireplace up real high, cuban maid sliding me cookies

Tall glass of lemonade, chandeliers hanging over my head

Sitting like a cloud of haze

Larry king on mute, they about to bury wesley for taxes

Then shot across the two

Then I grabbed the remote, hit the volume on the big lion

The screens in his mouth, a ninety inch giant

Went to commercial, the phone rang

"Yo, what up sheek?", "ain't nothing, tone, just on my dean"

"Out here in queens, I bag me a queen"

"Fed her all this shit she wanted to hear, she probably want the ring"

True...

[Interlude sheek louch]

Yeah, different time zones, that's all

I mean, I'm over here across seas

You over there in the states, you over there

But either way we gotta get this money, fam, yo, yeah

[Sheek louch]

On the tenth floor looking over paris, my neighbors all embarrassed

Cuz I'm ass naked watching the clock

He hating, but his wife steady watching my cock

Different time zones, steering wheel on the right

Driving down the wrong street, thinking what the fuck I'm gon' eat tonight

White women laying in my bed, I can make a documentary

On what race can give the best head

Rae hit me on the text, told me that he like that new shit

Last night that he heard on flex

Alright cool, hit me up when you get down to brazil

If the weather's right, fuck it, I come down to chill

I got a briefcase of euros and indian money

Every time I'm in customs, they look at me funny, yeah

[Inspectah deck]

I'm out in south beach, first street, ocean ave.

Amg6 with the oak dash

Live the vip life, I ain't spend a clam

I got weight on the spot, that's 'instagrams'

Pretty boos in jimmy choo's with titties loose

In the mood, getting nude in the swimming pool

I'm doing my thing, how I'm repping

They salute king, and they don't even know I'm wu-tang

Name heavy, phone call to my ace diego

For anything, what up, man? connect me

I snatch bank like four, five, six

Deuce high, watch a dude ride, I'm on my shit

Up in mansion, salute, world famous inspectah

Click large, homey, put some more tables together

Wild for the night, I ain't even think about my flight

I got some bitches and they tripping off that powder white

Aiyo, yo, yo, kiss each other, yo...