What you talkin bout? No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be me The old Smoove ain’t a fuckin burger Shut the fuck up [?]
I bet a dime that you ain’t got a dime VS make you blind Send a hit, it’s a homicide I ain’t never lie I got sticks, boy I wish you’d try Hollow hit yo eye I’m so rich, you so broke, just like yo hoe If it’s cold, Moncler coats In Miami on a boat I got pints No time for [?] Yo cup be to light My bitch a Benz, yo bitch a Ford, I’m what you can’t afford Palm angels, and some dior You wake up and do my chores Is she your’s, I just get head when I’m bored Nigga you a burger showin shit that ain’t your’s Hoppin in the coupe, makin a hoe open my door You keep you receipts, take it back after you wore I just bought some more Prada’s, don’t give a fuck bout no Jordans Nigga this exotic, it’ll have yo ass snorin Way before I shot a video I was out tourin I don’t measure no more, It don’t matter what I’m pourin
You know I’m a founding father Of this unit we call the franchise We’re franchise players (allstars) Super stars and [?] you know what I’m sayin It’s like the top tier class But what you not
In New York just to shop Damn that’s a cheap watch Bust that Rollie for a dub Si’s what you got I can hit em from the corner Just like X on the dot Smokin strong Marijuana Shit my momma call it pot Told my momma, I’m a star like Pac but I ain’t dyin Told my momma, I’m a star like Pac but I ain’t lyin Nigga this the ambitions of this choppa on my side Nigga these the ambitions of that choppa when it glide Camped out for some days, why you ain’t never around You the type to get shot and tell 12 the whole 9 I’m the type to see you out and spit some fire out my nine You ain’t even worth the bag that my bitch got on her side