I keep my eyes low Medusa tried to turn me to stone But that shit was a joke Copy like you bobo the clone Keep your kilo of coke Cause I’m up above in the smoke All this talk about caddies and drugs You know that you broke Keep your eyes on your note Don’t wanna see you reading my lines The whole class looking at you now You got a crowd Cat got your tongue and your nuts shrunk Nothing to say Live another day Don’t let me see you round my way (don’t come around)
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
I’m riding inside up in that donk You calling my phone What the fuck do you want? Trying to book a block of studio time You can’t really rhyme and you ain’t got a dime so Click Then I hang up the phone “Business is business” That’s what I’ve been told by a young rich homie with a chain full of gold Still got ’em in my phone under “Money Maker jones” Everybody [?] back and again Bitch, don’t fuck with my kins Unless you wanna be a motherfucker bit into a ballpoint pen Bizzy [?] put a patent on my flow Cause nobody in the [?] So he got a chick [?] Diminished my brain It won’t be the same If you need to send me up in the astral plane
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Riding in the donk What you want? Motherfucker don’t blow my damn high Leave me in the sky
Anybody tells you money is the root of all evil doesn’t fuckin’ have any They say money can’t buy happiness? Look at the fuckin’ smile on my face Ear to ear, baby Let me tell you what’s required You are required to work your fucking ass off We want winners here Not pikers A piker walks at the bell A piker asks how much vacation time you get in the first year Vacation time? You want vacation time? Go teach third grade public school Friends are shit Fuck them Fuck ’em Parents don’t like the life you lead? Fuck you, Mom and Dad See how it feels when you’re makin’ their fuckin’ Lexus payments