It ain't over till I say that shit is over Pull up in a Benz, all green, four-leaf clover Niggas talking dumb, that shit is over I'm smoking hella loud, I'm never sober Talk behind me, I got shit up in this car, fool Foot'll press the gas, I ain't never pulling over And I ain't got no time for that weak shit With my brodie, we gon' fuck out the weekend Hot in the back room, see you this evening Rolled up a joint to the face, now I'm geeking Do you fuck with me, or is you fucking with policemen? Whole quarter pound of gas, I don't need friends Open up the laptop and secure the bag That's the one and only motherfucking mission Get the money, only God is my witness I told her, "I'm gon' get a bag" Empire up on my jeans Shirt hanging up off my ass Niggas always capping now Niggas always capping, this song get them right Knife up on my belt, got a shotgun in the back I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna use it I don't wanna pull it out, twist it, and abuse it I finessed him and that pussy nigga clueless Said you wanna kill me, let's get to it Pull that trigger, nigga, I know you can do it Show you how, I really know you wanna prove it Everybody with me fuck with drug usage I'm just taking tokes and I'm making hella music And if you got a stash, then, nigga, move it Let me know where that cash at, where the tools is ♪ I'm getting money, that bitch don't want me Count up the thirty, nothing ain't get me