Them niggas that kept yelling that I got money
Blowin´ real bubblegum weed, eight  ooh

Blowin´ real bubblegum, eight hundred for an ounce of this

I be somewhere runnin´ up a check, keep me out the mix
Guarantee they said they know Rio if they be out in Flint
I just got a hundred K in cash for a sponsorship
Still thanking God for my accomplishments
Nigga said I told and he ain´t get no acknowledgement
I been down to a four a day, bae, I´m tryna quit
I know it´s bad when Lou say all he found was some lines of Trish
501 Levi´s on, but they Chrome Heart
You wanna see me make a dime? Alright, I´m waitin´ on my phone to charge
Havin´ real dog shit, I can turn into a loan shark
Knocked the nigga out in front his bitch, pulled his ho card

My people got two hundred fifty stamps, I bought the whole tar
Told my security pull a baby Drac´ out when the show start
.308´ll turn a nigga Hellcat into a go-kart
You would think I used to paint how I know art
Guaranteed I´m hitting three niggas when the four spark
Ten chains on now, it´s on the floor part
Hit him with the K, he blacked out, say it was so dark
They put me on the box, I made a hundred racks on Barb
I´m a motherfucking genius
I was getting cases of the Hi-Tech out in Phoenix
And the crazy part, I never been to Arizona
Make sure you hit him in the head case he a organ donor

Hit him with the four-five, now his torso open
Went to the Bay and married Mary Jane, I left my bitch, we divorced in Oakland
If the weed six hundred a zip, of course we smoking
Thirty pointers in the AP look gorgeous, don´t it?
You don´t gotta buy the beans, I know my people in Florida want ´em
Nigga, you don´t gotta buy a thing
We be shootin´ cars up, boom-bada-bing
Police ask me what I saw, I´m like, "Not a thing"
Leave a nigga scarred up when the copper sing
Just hit him in his head, man, the nigga ´bout to bleed
Alright, I´m ´bout to leave
Just ´cause you got a lil´ bread on you don´t mean you got no cheese

How can you suck dick for two hours, do you got some knees?
Mike, get the fuck out the way, bro, I´m ´bout to squeeze
We ridin´ ´round with a dirty Glock, but the chopper clean
Dope got the whole house stinking, boil a pot of Febreeze
Count the money, get on stage, and rap, now I´m ´bout to leave
You wanna rap with me? Give me 6 racks
Think you finna scrap with me? I got a big strap
And Mike got one on him too, nigga, get back
Oh, I forgot, young dog and them got six straps
I got a switch on my Glock, I call it Pooh Shiesty (Blrrrd)
Gucci down with six chains, bitch, I´m too icy
I came down the block, he threw the deuces and I flew by him

Nigga, I just cut my dope with some shoe shiner
If I catch another case, I´m gettin´ cooked, I´m a two-timer