Busy, nigga, busy, got that bitch like chandelier 60 thousand cash, I had to put it in my ear They hit all the shit, they light the future, this all year(?) Find that bag o’cash, I’m bout to take off in a lift Talk to Lamborghini, what you doin’ round foreign? Flying in a motherfucker, fresh like Michael Jordan
Come and flow with me, you know we ridin’ on a profit I burn that bitch 50 cent, my friend Vikol is a (???) I talk to my jealous brothers or vuzellas Tho thousand for the jeans I’m wearing Man, you cannot find them Thick chains around me, how low they go? Pocket watching the young nigger who packing up kilo
You wonder what that Bentley cost You know it cost a ticket Keep worrying bout some real nigga
Hop up on some bitches Keep worrying bout these riches, You gon’ end up with some stitches You can’t hit another baller So mind your business Chainz on with a tank Think I’m Mr. T Worry on the ghosts in the hood So you’ll notice me Fuck that bitch a finna purse Then I fuck that ho to sleep I always run for adverse and the drugs Out here in the street Stop trap watching me, nigga You can make half the money I make Stop swagger watching me, Cause this shirt I got make 3k Stop wheel watching me,
Cause I switch cars everyday Stop piper watching me Cause I live on 50 acres, no scrape!