I've got her for you on roulette
I go out and shots ring out
I dress any way
In New York visiting my jeweler
He only wants cash, I give him my money
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
Your babe wants maki, my babe on a Kawasaki
I want a chain that ruins my whole account
I've got her for you on roulette
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
I want a chain that ruins my whole account
One bill, two bills, a store of bills
In New York skating up to the Heights
All my Domis know what's up
And yes, fame is a sentence
But tell me another one that pays for your dinner
They're throwing shade at me like drag queens
I've got her for you on roulette
Sweet as sugar, babe, all with no receipt
I read scores, but I don't write them
From Queens to Tribeca
A bouquet of blue flowers doesn't dry out
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
For you naki, chicken teriyaki
Your babe wants maki, my babe on a Kawasaki