[Verse 1]:. Bitches throw ya drinks up style when you're comin in. Niggas throw ya guns up wild when we be runnin in. No that ain't nothin we at the bar frontin. It's necessary we sttles in Burberry whoo. You know how it go Fox and gats. And a navy blue robe stuntin a halo. Or the I-95 keepin it live. Been a hood in the five from the kid to be fried whoo. Then slide off with an NBA jump off. Or a nice little rapper however money stack up. Do cop a little H. Dar shoe. And a little box of dudes get a watch with two. It ain't greed I got kids to feed. Fuck it all he wanna do is kill her then leave. So lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw. Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low. [Chorus]:. It's necessary we styles in Burberry. And I walk as me in them Frankie B. jeans boy. It's necessary we styles in Burberry. And the Marc Jacob bag and the H. Dar jewels whoo. It's necessary we styles in Burberry. And I walk as me in them Frankie B. jeans boy. It's necessary we styles in Burberry. And the Marc Jacob bag and the H. Dar jewels. [Verse 2]:. We walk up in the club niggas be like "Oh!". They ain't got no dough then we be like "No!". We bout our paper and all that fam. Roamin through Planet Hollywood knockin that killer cam whoa. Up in V.I.P. with F-B with a nice throw back right below a good jean. Now dude is ill I'm lovin his boys. I'm all seein his gangsta I'm watchin the swift now. They wanna see us bitches they wanna be us. Fox and Althein the powder blue two seater. We the truth in our juicy sweatsuits. When we come through your town everything shut down. [Chorus]. [Verse 3]:. 20's with the rims with custom kitted Bentley. And everything we do they assist like Jamal Tensley. Cocky bastard I only spits acid. Step on broken silence fever bout to smash it. This here's a classic we keeps it classic. I'm all engaged to dough and married to plastic. And you know how we do fresh pair of Air Force Two. With the toes stud rolled and pulled over. [Chorus].