Uh, I meet my ? at the corner store
? rapping out here, I just want it more
Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
Bagged a hundred ? last year, just bagged a hundred more
They hatin but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack
Jewelery make me hump back
Back packers want that and they aint bout the diamonds ?
He gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
I got the drama kid and my Obama whip
Running up on my stage, Lil mama shit
Ugh, lil mama thick
And my time is slim
Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
Gettin to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback dont come around disrespecting
We dont take that
Im on my leathers every second
And my hearts so cold I dont trust a soul
Its funny how the bullshit goes you never know
Payback dont come around disrespecting
We dont take that
Im on my leathers every second
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
Cool meaning hot
So I dont need the top
Calm down, breath and stop
Start and Im a skip your pulse
Mister my lifes the shit
Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
Im a suits em up probably aint gotta lift my toes
I shut my dogs on em like Jehova witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you bitches
They dont really want me they just want my riches
So motherfuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters
Gettin to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
Than Im in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
Nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt
In a hundred pair pants, thats a hundred different belts
Dress kills, chronic helps
Pussy just for the moment
Ballin like a Hornet
See I get it, I want it
Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
Tick tock boom, make em all run, come on son
Big talks just talk, I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
Go, cause I dont feel a single drop of pressure
No, ? strap foreign guap collector
He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape
Gettin to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know