(KJ, what you got goin´ on, man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Brr

Come with the gang, he one of the gang, I get him a lawyer or pay him a bail
He a lil´ shooter, he ain´t got no bitches, I get one my bitches to send him some mail
I was just whippin´ the ´Rari on Collins, givin´ ´em hell
She was just eatin´ it ´til she cryin´ (Ooh), it´s givin´ Chanel
Give me some money, I know what to do, I turn one into two and just give a scale
Stackin´ my coins, all my diamonds is water, I´m knowin´ these niggas ain´t wishin´ me well
He got hit up that yard stick (Brr), ooh, his kidneys failed
I´ve been puttin´ it on and you know I´ma pop shit ´cause I´m really for real
I ain´t kissin´ and tell, I´ma keep it a racky, niggas never could pack me

In the back of the ´Bach with a Maybach in back me, know I´m rich as an athlete
And I know what to do if them people come grab me, no, I´m never gon´ pass peaks
Say I´m tellin on who? Get you smoked automatically, it´ll go on my rap sheet (Brr, brr)
Ooh, racks
She throwin´ it ´cause it was fat (Okay)
I´m blowin´ it ´cause I be knowin´ I lock and get focused, and go get it back (Yeah)
She gettin´ real hype ´round Mike, Hov and I just told her, "Relax"
This shit out the trenches, I´m fresh out the kitchen from turnin´ the stove to the max
And they killed my dog a few days ago, I ain´t holdin´ it back (Lil´ B)
Can´t even explain how I feel, unless I´m rollin´ off these pills (Rollin´)

I smoke some weed to go to sleep and wake up prayin´ it ain´t real
Go through some new shit every week, I need some head so I could chill (For real)
For real, for real, for real, for real, really like that, for real, for real
Nigga got smacked, for real, for real, ain´t layin´ like that in the field, for real
Really got back, I started with nothin´, I´ll show you how to run up them Ms for real

For real, for real, for real, for real, for real
I´m on a G6 in a 747, I´m gettin´ high as a plane
That´s my lil´ nigga, he a lil´ shooter, I gave him a bitch, told him, "Blow out his brain"
I´m on jetskies in the ocean, givin´ them hell
She eat the dick up ´til she cry, cry, cry, it´s givin´ Chanel

I got them hitters with me, brought a whole lot of switches with me like I´m back in the trenches
I took the street route when I wake up and leave out, I can throw on Givenchy
I´m in the back of the ´Bach with a ´Bach followin´ me with a Rolls behind
I got the Mac on the side of me, rackys, and I´m rich as a athlete
I don´t know how to talk back to the police, I get caught with a whole ki´
Whippin´ a Bimmer, I´m rockin a Rollie, havin´ trap money, low-key
I´m rockin´ Prada on Prada, no LV, got more water than Maldives
Ain´t havin´ problems with gettin´ my Benjis, I can smell all the envy
Two hundred milli´, for real, for real, I´m still with niggas who kill, for real

I´m in a milli´, for real, for real, they goin´ on a drilly for real, for real
Run up a billi´ for real, for real, I´m bailin´ out Melly, for real, for real
I got the racks, the racks, the racks, for real, they came in a vacuum seal
I´m in a coupe, coupe, when I´m droppin´ the top off ´bout to hit off a cougar
I got a plug, plug when it comes to the drugs, drugs, I got money and shooters
You in the hood now, got them robbers and killers ´round, nigga, welcome to hell
I´m ´bout to touchdown where they runnin´ and gunnin´ down, brought them sticks with us
I´m gettin´ Lewinsky in the back of the Benzi from two friendskis
I got some mixed breeds tryna eat up my undies, leave hungry

I´m on a Lear, the vision crystal clear, uh, Cartier
She gave me mop, top all year, now it´s givin´ some new gear
I got some bitches I´m ballin on this year, think I´m playin for Pat Riley
I got the whole Skyami on G6 when they thought we was doin´ molly
I´m in the pent´, the one with the city, the view, with the glass, you get what you choose
Ridin´ the Batmobile, two hundred to sit on the dash, it´s givin´ a coupe