Tired of all this motherfuckin' talkin' shit You nigga know who really do this shit Quit playin' with me Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Drop top on a summer day 40k, all cash Lookin' out the window of this jet I know time'll pass I used to fuck with baby girl But knew that it would never last 'Cause I be on some other shit On a whole 'nother planet Goin' through these documents Shootin' like Stojakovic Stones with the paperwork I'm just bein' optimistic I'm just bein' confident I just keep droppin' shit I just keep coppin' shit I ain't gotta pop my shit Bouncin' like a trampoline Hotter than some matches and some gasoline Hotter than a mink in a thousand degrees Summertime packin' the heat This shit can get crazy Nigga better stay on feet 'Cause shit been changin' Prices is higher, dollar is droppin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I count it precisely, I need the profit (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm feelin' like Malcolm, totin' a rifle (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar Let's get this money, nigga We ain't doin' no lil' shit (bike seven miles, then back to the dollar) Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga out here crashin' out over the bus (bike seven miles, then back to the dollar) Nigga, what's your R-O-I, nigga? (Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar) Shit gotta make sense, bitch (bike seven miles, then back to the dollar) Shh, Goddamn Uh, sock it to me Good job, ayy, ayy, ayy, shh Damn, good job Sock it to me Uh, damn