[Z-Ro:] I think he mad cause he ain’t me Maybe cause they ain’t been buyin’ his shit lately He performed for free, fuck that, they gotta pay me So tired of countin’ money That’s how my everyday be (all motherfuckin’ day) Instead of hatin’ on a player when you see one Maybe you should try to find out how to be one Cause all that hatin’ that you be doin’, that ain’t nothin’ You got your H’s confused Stop hatin’ hoe start hustlin’ Lord knows I go in just like a curfew Ain’t gotta beat your ass my success is what really hurt you Cause you a failure homie So rotten I’m startin’ to smell ya homie You ain’t shit I just had to tell ya homie
Bitch, why you on my dick Raise up off my dick You just sick cuz I’m gettin’ rich You ain’t gettin’ shit You should quit, you ain’t sellin’ shit You irrelevant, I’m the shit
[Jhonni Blaze:] Bitch wanna hold me down I’ma always stay up Try to cop my style Oh ya hear me now, yeah I took a [?] Now ya fake smile when you see me, yeah I’m swervin’ in your lane H-Town made me fame now Comin’ from nothin’, who ya kiddin’ Basic bitches press on how I’m livin’ They could pay for everything you got Actin’ like you bossed up but we know you not I just be gettin’ to the money I’m so cool, I’m on the moon I’m so on fire can’t cool me off Don’t need no nigga to tell me I’m poppin’ Timmy timmy turner on my bullshit Got me feelin’ like I’m outta this world Got me feelin’ like a martian Never ever slow down, hold up now Let me tilt my crown
[Z-Ro:] Bitch, why you on my dick Raise up off my dick You just sick cuz I’m gettin’ rich You ain’t gettin’ shit You should quit, you ain’t sellin’ shit You irrelevant, I’m the shit
Yeah, you signed so many contracts Who you be with? You gon’ do what I don’t know, who you confusin’ me with? Here I go, there go your gun My nigga can you reach it? Nigga you a bitch Victoria told me your secret You a he-bitch, got sucked in with them bitches online Rapper dead and we all know Ro did it But Ro really don’t mind (I don’t give a fuck) Beat your eyebrows off your face boy You must be outta your mind I’m outside in your driveway I see you peepin’ out of your blind Maserati doin’ donuts And that’s just my Wednesday car Too much money I’ma go nuts You like damn I wish I could get that car Nigga don’t you drive a tow truck Final stop the car go and get that boy Call me out and I’ma show up Tell the ambulan’ go and get that boy 90,000 in my backseat That’s my Ruth Chris money You brought me your bitch bread I’ma hustla nobody do shit for me I’m on my Frank Lucas shit I’m givin’ all this shit away today You hate a nigga that could help you pay your shit off layaway
Bitch, why you on my dick Raise up off my dick You just sick cuz I’m gettin’ rich You ain’t gettin’ shit You should quit, you ain’t sellin’ shit You irrelevant, I’m the shit