(Top$ide)
Sixty for the charm but that ain´t shit, though
Turn this shit up in the headphones a lil´ bit more

I feel grimy as hell right now, you know?
Facts, nigga (Yeah)
My motherfuckin´ face balled up right now
Mm, ah, ah
Boy, I´ll growl on one of you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, nigga

Sixty for a motherfuckin´ charm, that ain´t shit, though (Bitch)
Bitch, you better hope I don´t go broke, I´m pullin´ kick doors
Bitch, I lost more money than you had, I´m still rich, though (Bitch)
Bitch, I´m sippin´ on a twelve of Wock, this ain´t no Tris, ho
She hate the way I act, I just can´t help it, I´m the shit (She hate that)

I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick
I left the O and went back to the K, I´m in the sticks (Yeah)
I´ll leave this rap shit alone and get back in the mix
You know what´s goin´ on
She gon´ tell me pull up when you leave, don´t leave your ho at home (Uh-uh)
Made a hundred G´s in like three days, I wasn´t even gone that long
Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road (No cap)
Too many niggas that had they phone tapped, so I´m back on the beeper
Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa
Came straight home from jail, it wasn´t two weeks, I got back on the Kisha

Feel like Pookie, she keep callin´ me and I just can´t leave her (She keep callin´)
Boy, get off my dick ´cause you ain´t got no cheese (Boy, get off my dick)
Made a half a mil´ at home, I ain´t have to leave, huh (Half a mil´)
Knocked her down off a Perc´, now she harassin´ me
Bitch, it ain´t no limit to this pape´, I feel like Master P

Yeah, Michael Corleone, sippin´ good, twerkin´ mobile phones
I had to cut it on and get the money, leave them hoes alone (Yeah)
I´m all through TSA with package on me, Boston George in Blow

I told the DEA that I´m retired, we just sellin´ songs
I´ll never, ever, ever love ´em like my dough (Never, ever, ever, ever)
Dolce tee was like three hundred, but my Sprite was more
Your lil´ bitch must be impatient ´cause she tryna go (You know that)
Last shit you niggas dropped, I wouldn´t even know
I brought one, she brought one, I can´t sleep alone (I brought one, she brought one)
Countin´ money, talkin´ numbers, plug on speakerphone
I been handlin´ my business, gettin´ bigger with the gang
A couple watchin´ from the stands ´cause they went against the grain

Stop with all that playin´, I pay, they dip you in your grave (Stop with all that playin´)
All this pape´, man, it´s hard not to change (Nigga)