I turn a hotel to a frat house and a press machine to a cash-cow
Never asked for no handouts
Said I was the boy back then, now she's saying I'm the man now
They can't stand me cos' I stand out
And if it's real beef it wont pan out
Rocking Gosha jeans, Got Number(N)ine on my tee
I got a pocket full of xanny's but I aint gon' fall asleep
You've got all the time in the day
But me I'm just gon' go from station-to-station still make plays like I'm Sony
If I change they gon' complain, talking bout' how they gon' miss the old me
Niggas don't even know me, still throw shade like Oakley's
Mix 41 with Diesel, leave my whole brain blown
I don't what I'm told, red light means go
That bitch she feeling me now, I'm feeling myself so baby lets do this
Bitch you mean nun' to me, so it's nun' for me to go prove it
I'm on some tear down the roof shit, check a bitch like Nike just do it
Two seats ride round on coupe shit, so there ain't no space for a cool bitch