Smoking a hundred dollar joint
Major presentation, nigga, Power Point
Homes, hesitation never been a choice
Early bird get the Rolls Royce
Baby cakes Duncan Hines moist
Cause that money make her come anywhere I am
She not dumb anytime she hear my voice
Like a money machine, luxury fiend
Do anything, survive the cobras clutches
Hopscotch hot coals on solid gold crutches, bitch cold
Ice man cant touch it, half court raining buckets
Star struck bitches behaving like lightening hit em
Holly hearts, Im in the building, oh Lord, aint tried to kill em
When they swung that 76 glass house three wheeling
Surveillance vans parked up the block tryna peep the dealings
Like I dont see them
I tell my bitch to bring them a nice pitcher of ice tea since they thirsty
Out right porch for the downfall of a boss
Homie not me soon as one ends another one start, this is season six
We take the food plate and table cloths from a sip off rip, lock your shit
And I find myself blinded
One million dollar thoughts Im just tryna make some money
Turn my rainy day sunny
Frank Weiss style, my city I run it, skinny nigga turned chubby
For safety, my burner under my rug be
Either hate me or love me, Im purple label my luggage
I try my best to dodge trouble, you seen Spitta, my brother
You catch us puffing in public
Trill nigga one hundred better yet, one thousand
Good guy will I make it out this jungle?
Im just a nigga from the bricks with a bitch who from London
Big dog Bill Russel, from a bucket to a Hummer
They say the good die young, Ive seen the pretty turn ugly
They either shoot their stick at a bitch that sure cut us
They heard me tell my stomach saw his momma cry a puddle
420 vision from a pitch, mad blurry