It´s a cold Sunday to complain I hold it in until it rain I fought demons after fame I spent millions on terrain I treat my bitch just like Diana
Pretty princess, hold the Fanta 2003 Dolce & Gabbana jeans make her ass look fatter We gon´ catch him outside, he don´t got no money for the backup I ran thirty million in the ground, baby, now I´m back up She a city girl, I´m the real reason that she act up (Mmh) She talk back, I make her pack up, send her home on Spirit Something in my spirit made me not believe I´m feared (Mmh) I know bitches parrots so I´m watchin´ how I´m speakin´ Single but I´m creepin´, my main bitch don´t need a headache (Ouu) Half a mill on Maybach, tires flat, I never drive ´em (Mmh)
Pretty hoes need stylin´, Balenci´ shopping got ´em wildin´ Tweakin´ out on Collins, in my veins, the molly throbbin´ (Geekin´) Rich as hell, still robbin´, ain´t no love the way I´m rockin´ Bentley color gobblin, forest green, the lane I´m hoggin´ (Spin) Wrap the P like swallin´, get it through yo´ fuckin´ noggin (Damn) Money first, I´m always dialed in (Uh, Krrt) Moneys first, I´m always dialed in, is that a problem? (Go) I made m´s off a TV like I work for Viacom Doggy didn´t stay for long, he left when the sirens rung Flyest niggas with turnt bitches, BD´s in the tightest diamonds
I could´ve put out wild fires, at the house behind barbed wire Twenty-five but living like I´m fifty with three kids All these bitches in my biz, five-hundred thousand on my bitch (Uh) Fuck if you don´t like me I´ma still get faded more than likely, it´s enticing I´ll die for my respect