I’ma let my nuts hang, take fair chances Federal reserve stackin’ up, rubber banded Run through the low, got the fuckin’ plug dancin’ Put on Baby’s song, got the whole club dancin’ Real nigga can’t fake it, they can’t take it My bitch extravagant, she ain’t basic I done got used to it, they stay hatin’ Need that money right now, I ain’t waitin’ A nigga used to rap and just make up shit Now I wake up lit, get yo cake up bitch She don’t look like shit without her make up did Broke boy don’t treat you right, you should break up then Get a pint, crack a seal, drop an eight right in At the sun, quotin’ prices for the crosses I send Niggas mad at me ’cause all the bosses my friend Time to back that shit up for all the talkin’ I did If I ain’t chasin’ me a check I’m at the loft with my kids I just bought a six pack of Dom P for my fridge Write a book about my life with all the shit that I did Scroll through the ‘gram, double tappin’ all the bitches I hit I should open up a Church’s, all the chicken I get In the kitchen I’m abusive, all the whippin’ I did You ain’t see me then I’m on a field trip like a kid This shit real I can get a nigga killed for a bid A whole slab on the table, you ain’t seen it befo’ Plenty times cause my homeboy coppin’ them fo’s A hundred bows in the basement, get ’em in like a girl And we impressin’, smokin’ salmon, for the niggas who roll All my niggas is gangsters, told ’em stick and parole Lord forbid that we ever get flick ’cause we gone Boy mad ’bout his bitch, I’m the nigga she chose I’ma fuckin’ get the head, then I’m sendin’ her home I was taught at a young age, stick to the code Get it double up, buy gucci shit with the pros Word is if you get money it shows Promoter mad ’cause I be traffickin’ at the shows What you want I can get it, nigga I got it You ain’t got enough for it, then I’ma spot it Draco got a green beam, so I can dot you All I gotta do is say yep and he gon’ pop you Even back when I was fucked up I was plottin’ Be out in Cali pickin’ strands like it’s cotton Niggas sick ’cause I’m gettin’ 50 for a roxy Let the roof back so you see it good while she top me Niggas throwin’ salt in the game, they tryna’ stop me Sell a tenth of boy five hundred if they lock me Plugged on the craft, RIP [?] Knew that dwelling 42, MM call it moxy Young iggy nigga drive the foreign like a hotty If she got a pretty face then I should buy that bitch a body Her friend came first so I left her in the lobby Five exes tell her meet up at Follies Stand up in the billy while in traffic I’m at Collins I can’t really vouch for these niggas, they ain’t solid Been in it for a minute so a nigga gained polish Niggas snakes they trade on their man for a dollar