Different Times Zones (feat. Ghostface Killah, Sheek Louch and Inspectah Deck, Rza)

Sitting in this library, man
 Reading these fucking books
 Britannica Encyclopedias, L. Ron Hubbard, Tony Robertson
 These muthafuckas, you know what I'm saying?
 Sheek Louch
 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!
 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
 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
 I'm out in South Beach, 1st 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