Uh, hey (grow up, nigga) You don't love me like you say you did The niggas who scream they don't lack just got caught without it If it's my time to go, make sure I die with some class These niggas love these hoes, stickin' trackers up they ass I see a bitch I had hangin' 'round the stu', I laugh You catch your ho with us, she bound to probably go out bad You probably hit these hoes, I know these hoes make niggas mad I can't go out my way, she'll find another, I can't bite the bait 14.5 for a crate, real Quagen seals, wouldn't do the fakes I ain't beefin' with no rapper, I got shit to do If you see me and its up, then gon' and do what you gon' do Out here fuckin' on this bitch like I ain't fucked a ho in years My closet big as Sears, I got so rich, shit bring me tears I look at all my peers like: If I got it, then you got it I looked at both my parents like I'm grateful that y'all fucked My daughter said to me: Daddy, I hate when you ain't up I sleep all through the day, late night them demons keep me up A bitch ain't worth a dollar, I drop racks to Oregon Duck her A nigga turn his back on me, by next Friday, he Chris Tucker Solid nigga, got more stripes than seersucker I'll shoot at my ex's mother, If she goin', I'ma fuck her Cross me ain't no going back, It's stuck forever, I don't need you Act just like I got amnesia: Never knew you, never seen you Black shades, black limousine, uh Black gun, black magazine, uh Havin' fun with it, I'm a king, uh Die hard fiend for that lean, uh Uh, uh, I don't wanna meet my bitch daddy I don't wanna make no bitch lil' brother happy I don't sell dreams, I ain't into workin' magic Known for gettin' weird bitches lit, I keep matches If you switch and you die, be happy She don't wanna abort it like I told her? I'm not the pappy Them hoes online don't like me, I wanna fuck 'em anyway I'm rich as hell, you think I care about your situation? I don't It's us Ay, ay-ay-ay I got money, I got bitches that'll kill for me I got high and said I miss her, she said: Nigga, please Rapper opp, I ain't gonna diss 'em, he could D-I-E He gon' sell all out a concert with B-I-G G23 a plastic pistol, blue T-I-P Nigga, leave with one of these, shots at the king Can't be fucked with and I'm GloGang, DrenchGang home team That's my sneaky shit, she love me for the wrong thing That's my sneaky shit, I never heard her phone ring I got divas, I got strippers, said I'm bold for this You can take it however you want, but its what it's supposed to mean Forgiatos on the Track', we designed our home theme Niggas think they got plot armor, but the show keep goin' I got knives all in my back, only feel it if you sober I got paid to blow for days, niggas in the way Ayy, ayy I got paid to blow for days, niggas in the way Ayy, ayy And I poured up by the ocean, these niggas say I'm boastin' I did it by myself, a nigga wish he could've wrote it Lotta Cash Tune, this shit way bigger than motion Sent that ho a broom, she a witch and she know it I bought another space ship, still drive it like it's stolen I'm balancin' relationships, my bitch okay with the program Lotta Cash Tune, this shit way bigger than motion Living what I read on a paper that I wrote a lot Ayy, ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay Ayy-ay-ay-ay-ay