Lord forgive me for my sins May we all join hands M-M-M-Maybach Music
Meetin´ up with Cubans on the boat
Talkin´ all white like the pope Type of money bring Bill Cosby back A different world, nothin´ for my college cats I respect you niggas buildin´ all the apps But it´s time we raise the ceilings in the traps Maserati let the sprinkler get ´em wet All the yayo guaranteed or you can send ´em back Wanted perico, started poquito Callin´ my chico, call me Gordito Beefin´ with these niggas just to gun ´em down Had to milk the game, I got a hundred cows Can´t be livin´ foul when you takin´ vows Gave these niggas game so he like my child Havin´ everything to gain, [? 0:50] trial Prosecutor, cocaine, tryna lock you down Only Black with a Mustang on the block Talkin´ sack when them boats came on the dock Look at how I live, I barely sold records
Look at what I build, I own the most Checkers Bodies on the slab, livin´ on a limb A product of the bad bitch is really him I get the type of money give me night sweats I got so many cars, where the titles at? If you think a nigga lyin´, where the Bible at? I´d sell my soul just to bring my homies back They gave my niggas life, told ´em it´s a wrap So I penned my nigga life, told him it´s a wrap