Begging to a bitch for chance nigga don't do that. I just hold my breathe
Pass out. Wake up. I Flex
I'm professional looking But in Nike tech
Run up, money, Cheques
I'm the king of this shit you the pawn in chess
(Yh)
I put the K in killing dem
I would be mad if I was them
My niggas we spend not saving ms
My money be blue like m&ms
(Yh)
My energy flow like monster
My crew dress in black we mobster
We went from McDonalds to lobster
Them niggas they soft like pasta
I'm singing them notes like choir
Treat me like royalty. Sire
I'm on that fire desire
You on that bullshit. I'm talking real in my verse. You talking that bullshit
Yes I needa be paid. Yes I needa be that
Money be green or blue. Yes it gotta that
I wake up everyday new blessings. So I thank god for the racks
I thank god for the packs
I'm a big dog no rats
Go low lil thotiana
Do something for me (something)
I got gang in the back. Just waiting their turn. So do something for me
(Yh)
Babymomma don't rest on my case
Babymomma gon get in my way
Babymomma I see everyday
Babymomma eat nut on her face
No that kid ain't mine. Bille Jean
I got big racks in my jeans
I put mud in my liver. That lean
I grow herbs in my pockets. That green
I'm not nice so I guess I'm mean
I know niggas gon hate on my new piece
Imma f*ck her on sight in a 2 piece
(Ka ka)