Word to my son man I don't let them see the monster in me Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' break it down He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound We finna line a nigga up and we gon' take 'em down "Hello" ("Dimelo?") "Papi where you at?" ("Mi camino") He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set He brought his shooter, I'mma 'prolly bring the MAC I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking Young niggas barely legal but they murking I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains I'mma shoot him in his head cause I heard that nigga working Riding four deep, on my way to Meek Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me? So I called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat Let him off the leash now it's time to feast Got McDonald's money but I'm tryna eat Philippe's Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me If this thing go right, it's gon' put me on my feet, where I need to be I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving him I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me Black strap, MAC-10, brought the machines with me Now we slidin' down the North, to 23rd and Berks Cause Papi he got that work Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk I just tell them "chill we gon' take him for what he worth" Load up the AK and the mothafucka MAC-11 Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing Hit up Boobie told him "meet me on 183rd" Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst Bang, Dade County niggas ain't a game We call them sticks missed calls they gon' let 'em ring SK's I gotta grind every month nigga My new shooter I ain't prayed in a month nigga Got the double, lit em all, you know I 'M' once Told them bring back all the paper in 10 tons See all the boys selling dope just a day job We dropping bodies how they really pay the bill boy So papi how you want it? Body bag,?, keep it clean, let them live, bring back all the dope and cash? Paper right, on sight, thats just how it go Tell them how you want it papi Matalo! (Kill it)

I just took a Perc' now I'm on another level Tasting on the molly got me dancing with the devil Poured 8th for Kobe Bryant mixing purple with the yellow Got these racks on me now, it's hard to keep this shit together Jump out the 'Rari then jump out the Wraith Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some Bape They jump out the face They jump out the face Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though Came from the hood now we jump out of states Peep all these diamonds they jump out the face Ducking them diamonds and selling this white Gotta watch for these niggas they'll jump on your case (You watch all these niggas, these niggas ain't playing) And none of this money don't come out the safe Fuck with my dawg, knock a chunk out ya face Nigga I be so high, I could jump out to space What the fuck did I say? I be so fly, just don't shoot my cape Went and bought me a safe and it came with a Wraith Got some new money went and bought me a K You see all them VV's jump out the face Put that dope in the trap and cook up me a cake We fly to Cuba to fuck up some mula Pour up some pour up my nigga we boolin' Young in pull up in bentleys I'm boolin' I'm taking your hoe from you 'cause she was choosy I keep them shooters on deck, I approve it Get me a truck of them things I'll move it VVS cuts on my wrist suicidal I stay lit up with that flawless on fire I spend it all with my niggas let's get Get out your feelings young nigga let's get it I got stars on my ceiling Jump out the 'Rari then jump out the Wraith Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some Bape They jump out the face They jump out the face Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though I've been, peepin' you niggas been watchin' my moves Watchin' my stacks and my shoes When everybody did the Gucci and Louis We was on Jimmy Choos 2012 when we did the Giuseppes, Margielas was cool When you lil' niggas was worried about Jordans We was rocking them Loubs If I got to lose it's not by the rules Get hit with that chopper knock right out your shoes Shawty so proper she look like a goddess When I dip inside her it's just like a pool I bought some 'Rarris and I bought some Phantoms And then dropped the ceilings like I dropped out of school Still will pull up on you hop out with goons 32 shots let it pop out the tool I just took a 'Perc now I'm on another level Tasting on the molly got me dancing with the devil Poured 8th for Kobe Bryant mixing purple with the yellow Got these racks on demand hard to keep this shit together Jump out the 'Rari then jump out the Wraith Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some Bape They jump out the face Then jump out the face Money gon' stack and this money gon' fall though

Okay, these n- wanna be sleep It's nine in the morning I ain't been asleep yet I though sleep was for billionaires I think I'm the last of the street n- left Uh, I like that Gangsta, greezy gone When it come to stuntin', I'm like money man Meech Brought my city with me and we coming in the fleet And now I'm getting richer and they don't want me in the streets I'm thinking f- a album sales, we sold a hundred bricks this week Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table Bag it all up, take it to the label and tell 'em distribute it I'm getting cake ridiculous Rari like a frog, jumping through the traffic, ribbitin' And they tellin' me to turn down, they say that I need Ritalin Ballin' like I'm Jordan, no assists from Sottie Pippen In an out the flows, crossing over like I'm dribbling Running laps round them rappers, tired like Michelin Started off with Tip and 'em but that wasn't it for him Yellow, gold Cuban, diamonds blue like Michigan Been taught you n- That there's levels and there's differences To this lifestyle, the way a real n- livin' it I'm gettin' it, n- put yourself in my predicament If you was gettin' all of this f- money You won't spend this sh- I be at the dealership, pointing out and picking sh- Just to shake the town up, talking off the Richtor sh- Take 'em to the Clear Port, no Instagram, picture it N- taking pictures for the Instagram, you in the sh- On the jet, fifty for the flight to go to LIV and sh- Spend another thirty on the champ And never sipped the sh- One million, two million, three million, four I can have a million dollars knocking at my door Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur Only thing that's different is this new Glock that roar Get a rush from the paper, rush from the money If money talk it's like you said hush to your money These broke n- say I talk too much about the money That's what we do it for the love of the money N- We're sitting here, I'm supposed to be the franchise player And we're in here talking about practice Not the, not the game that I go out there and die for And play every game like it's my last Not the game We talking about practice man I mean how silly is that? We talking about practice What are we talkin' about? Practice? We talking about practice man We tal-, hun, we talking about practice We talking about practice We ain't talking 'bout the game We talking about practice, man Ha, you ready? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Killed my n- snupe I'm going hammer on these n- Ridin' through my city With my finger on the trigger (just wait for it, dream chasers) I ain't playing with you

You hear that right there? That sounds light but that's three hundred thousand, n- I'm triple OG in my hood These h- call me "Big daddy" Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy Stand in the corner in some sh- that look like I paid like a milli' for, woo Blowin' this money, I heard that they askin' 'round town what he really worth, woo Most these n- be really broke, I went the harder way, boy had a penny first Now this b- is gon' get this work I tell her "Keep on them heels and that mini skirt" She Googled my net worth Lookin' like, "What is his neck worth?" My shooters, they shoot at your head like the rim just to see if the net work I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work (yeah) You n- so lame that my b- won't f- unless you cut a check first Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy (uh) Pulled up in somethin' that look like a milli', a n- put me up on Ain't gotta sell it but he say the p- a drug that he re-up on Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginóbili, you b- get D'ed up on You mad at me? Go get mad at your n- 'fore I put my sneakers on He copped me this wrist game Now it's just us at the Knicks game I might have to take him on tour just to f- in Australia, Brisbane Your time is ticking, you b- will be around shorter than Vine vids (yeah) You watch your mouth or my n- will shoot up the club like what Shyne did Your b-call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy (rrrrr) Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy B- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, you b- ain't stupid, is you? Front like she tough but that b- keep on crying, get this b- a tissue For what it's worth, when I took him, I could tell he would never miss you I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me, what is this b- issue? Still on top, pretty-pretty b- gang Still-still tight, pistol-pistol still bang Yo' n- call me "Big mama" Let him eat the p- then I dip on him (kyuh) Your b- call me "Big daddy" Tell that b-, I'm big daddy When I hit the lot, I don't get the little b- N-, I go and get the big daddy Pick a b- up in the big daddy Big face Rollie, that's a big daddy Got your b- callin' me "Big daddy" When I pull up, all the h- like "Big daddy" N-, I'm big daddy

Certain shit I don't even say Certain shit ain't no need to say Yeah, big chasers, big chasers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA? Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray Niggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case 'Cause my nigga 'gon go at you And I'm 'gon tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (brrr) Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in I told thе promoter "We can't bring them drums, thеn we ain't steppin' in" No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin' Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap Shooters like Stephen and we warriors Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck story up Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria Fly her to Bali, she ain't trippin', she on the tour with us Poppin' that pussy, actin' different She doin' more for us (she actin' different-different) Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (brrr) Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there 'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real Ooh (brr-brrrr), I turned shorty up Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up Told me never trust a strippin' bitch 'cause that's what caught him up Every time you catch me in some shit, it cost like four and up Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks That's when he brought me up (yeah, yeah) (Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them) (That's when he brought me up) I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit I had 60 out of 62, I'm talking bad bitches I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit I'm vibin' on fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up, Meek asked, cuz I make it jump then get it gone, nigga, ask Bud I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin' (yeah) And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin' (yeah) I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch, I got racks comin' Tell my bitch I love her And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's "Fuck her" Boy in here eating, nigga, I can't wait to up it Bitch-ass niggas Free them boys