Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just *** a rapper, bitch, I shoulda ***ed you Got the Mack 11, cock it, got the kick too Servin' niggas like Dobeezy in my house shoes Your baby mama *** me better when the rent's due I just *** a rapper, bitch, I shoulda ***ed you She ***, she can't hold my fist, she can't shoot Treat me like I'm Al Capone, nigga, *** you John got Illuminati, nigga, *** you I put a middle finger up her cuz it *** you This money got me geekin' up, nigga, *** you Red bottom with the fern like Frank Luce I bought some VVSs and she caught the chain flu I *** this R&B, bitch, I shoulda thanked you Yeah, I was sippin' my codeine from the beginnin' She chocked my whole team, she seen who's winnin' We like, live up on a Sunday, come see us livin' This for my dawgs on the one way and penitentiary Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention I just lift my wrist up, I need some more attention She didn't wanna play fair, I put her on suspension I put a key on Greyhound, now I'm in a new dimension He tryna take some off the Senate, I was petrified You know my right wrist authentic, I can glorify That Richard Mille cost 250, I'm a big dawg It ain't no sense to hold him back On my Usain Bolt ***, I ran up me a sack Fuckin' with them strippers all in G5 And as soon as the club go, we pour the G5 I got scammers in jackets lined up on each side I got 5% tip on each side I try to make it out of school on the east side I'm on my niggas' bull***, so it's *** school I'm blowin' money real fast like Big Meech Crew I like my hundreds stacked up, I like em' neat too They comin' stuck together when they gonna rap still I *** a rapper bitch, I was on the drug deal I *** a rapper bitch, I was on the drug deal Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just *** a rapper bitch, I shouldn't *** you Got the Mack 11, cock it, got the kick too Servin' niggas like Dobeezy in my house shoes Your baby mama *** me better when the wrist do I just *** a rapper bitch, I shouldn't *** you She ***, she can't hold my face, she kiss you I *** this R&B bitch, I should thank you Them freaks comin' in like the John Doe crew They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you I'm bout to take them out the game, nigga, *** you They got me goin' insane, nigga, *** you I let my brother *** a bitch, he got the dog food I done to get her half a ticket for a walkthrough I *** them Super Bowl bitches down in Houston I got this Westside freak that like Boostin' I built my empire up like Lucius Ayy, gimme bells, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance I make the blogs with your bitch, cause I'm ruthless I make the blogs with your bitch, cause I'm ruthless I get cash money like a Mac May I just put a rapper bitch on game I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues I just *** a rapper bitch, I shouldn't *** you Got the Mac 11 crock, I got the kick too Servin' niggas like Dobeezy in my house shoe Your baby mama *** me, bro, don't win the wrist, dude I just *** a rapper bitch, I shouldn't *** you She ***, she can't hold my face, she kiss you I *** this R&B bitch, I should thank you Put your loud ass, bruh Yo, what's up, bro? Da Big Frank, dawg I know you been trippin', bro, I just got this little goddamn hoe with me Bro, let me get a gram, I quit smokin' at home Get that nigga ass up outta here, man Get somebody on a gram Why you on a gram? Boy, you trippin' You trippin', look I'm a goddamn fool, I can't do nothing with no goddamn $10, man Get your ass on outta here, man Get outta here Come on, throw down a gram, nigga, that candy money, nigga A gram
