I talked to God like I“m about to die (die) I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak) They paid no attention, was walking by (walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high It was 7 am in my auntie building My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted) You won“t put in no work but you want a million? (huh?) Disrespect on the dirt, now we on a mission (ridin“) I got no pics on Kairi New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin“ (boom) Make the bartender send you a shot of some bleach We gon“ make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese You say my name on a single, my niggas gon“ lean you, we“ll be at your album release (facts) Jay might pick me up, he just got him a jeep Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks If I ain“t in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my tee
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me I play SoHo that“s why this designer on me Middle of the projects momma dying on me You want dust, I can pull up with gallons on me (lean) This ain“t Smack DVD, ain“t no battling me “Lik and Mugga forever, they tatted on me
I got a bitch, came from Russia, don“t understand her when I fuck her Gon“ spend all the money (ballin“, ballin“) I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I“m balling on “em like the Rucker, we laughing it“s funny (ballin“ ballin“) I beat it like I“m DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it We got them sticks on us in public
I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget I got a bitch you can“t touch Can“t understand her when I fuck her Gon“ spend all the money (ballin“, ballin“) I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I“m balling on “em like the Rucker, we laughing it“s funny (ballin“ ballin“) I beat it like I“m DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget
Drum on me, don“t play percussion Fuck her so good, she be cussing You got low with a onion (ay)
I got this shit out the dungeon I don“t owe nobody nothing This pistol is Russian Matter fact, this bitch is German Couldn“t get nothin“ from niggas, shit, I had to earn it I got some Gelato, let“s burn it Gun on me with no license, I do not got no permit Money, got it straight, look like I permed it Fuck the DA, I don“t care about the verdict (fuck) Nigga violate, most likely got murdered (murdered) She ain“t tryna fuck, most likely I curved it (curve) She let me hit it, couldn“t understand her She ain“t wanna job, she just wanna scam I“m really from the trenches working on my manners
Versace pajamas, I just bought some hammers Wonder keep taking pictures, so we called his [?]- Getting shot, pray to God I try to call your grandma After party at the crib, left with all the dancers Before it spread, gotta get rid of all the cancer Never thought about a sale, taking all of them chances Now, the label want a tape, I get all of them advances Shoot at them red bottoms, I got all of them dancing Money make me look good, now they calling me handsome
I got a bitch, came from Russia, don“t understand her when I fuck her
Gon“ spend all the money (ballin“, ballin“) I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I“m balling on “em like the Rucker, we laughing it“s funny (ballin“ ballin“) I beat it like I“m DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget I got a bitch you can“t touch Can“t understand her when I fuck her Gon“ spend all the money (ballin“, ballin“) I rush every hour, Chris Tucker I“m balling on “em like the Rucker, we laughing it“s funny (ballin“ ballin“) I beat it like I“m DJ Mustard I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it
We got them sticks on us in public I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget