I count that cash on the [?] My bitch look bad with no makeup She give me big face like a [?] Spend a lil time, but never no dime Committing crimes just to get a payment Put my kids in her belly she still ain’t pregnant Too many rounds on my waistline Might hit a house in the day time Might try a four of that wockhardt I’m tryna see what it taste like I want the [?] with a green booty Just to get me a thang with that big ol’ booty Put that gold in my mouth I want every color One burgundy gold and one white and one yellow Water my lean got that ice with my benzo ‘N catch a hoe slippin’ just like rainy weather Make it rain, make it rain Purple rain slurricane I was at the True Jeans with the gang Never need hurricanes Walking on air since the 80’s nigga Bury them wings and my baby pictures Fresh to death when I got here Jordan’s on before they release these bitches These niggas sweeter than dd’s Reece’s These niggas cheap I swear feed these niggas Never ever still greedy nigga Since my first song, you seen me nigga I been rappin’ ’bout jackin’ these weenee niggas How come you mad when you see me nigga? Niggas told me I’m banged out like I ain’t go for four pistols nigga you trippin’
I been shittin’ on you niggas lately I been shittin’ on you niggas lately I been shittin’ on you niggas lately I been getting rich so you niggas hating I been shittin’ on you niggas lately
Free my hitters free my hitters Soldier down with the truce Roll around in the coupe Rollin’ rounds in that 03 So I’m rollin’ rounds of that truth Hundred rounds in that AK That F&N go DOO! Mafia keep it mafia My Hermes my suit It ain’t always gotta be a big pistol Might bounce around deuce deuce Shoot a round or thirty two Like Magic Johnson on the magic city Fell in love with hundred that’s the sweetest feeling When you touchin’ money touchin’ ass n titties In your cleanest Nikes and your dopest jacket On the scene shining cause you know they flashing I ain’t talking cameras see them naked dancers Tell them make it nasty see we making plans while we making plays At a business meeting with a plug with fire While I blew blue hundreds and a crip blue flame You would think we crip with the way we touch that ‘caine If you feel my music you done touched that bag Put a pipe on the connect don’t touch that drank Like the garbage disposal would chop them veins Too graphic greedy so specific cause you know we lived it Hopped out in traffic put this shit in plastic
I been shittin’ on you niggas lately I been shittin’ on you niggas lately I been shittin’ on you niggas lately I been getting rich so you niggas hating I been shittin’ on you niggas lately