Buddah Bless this beat Mm, okay, oh yeah Okay Fuck nigga say he got a problem Hol' up, nigga, keep your head up I'm a young nigga, got my bread up I'm fuckin' his bitch with my leg up (Let's go) We pull up in Excursions 2020, nigga in a suburban I'm shootin' that nigga, I'm swervin' I'm fuckin' his bitch but she slurpin' We shoot his lil' brother in a hoopty In a while, we shooting a movie I'm fuckin' on all these groupies These niggas be actin' like goofies I dance on a bitch like Fivi Give her Perc', she call me papi Tattoos all on my body Let her come ride on my Johnny These bitches, they say I'm cocky Look at 'em, like, "Who gon' stop me?" Been ballin' on niggas like Kyrie Big boss shit like John Gotti In the game and you know I gotta win it Been ballin', nigga, give me a minute You on the side lines and you lookin' like you losin' You talkin' all that shit, nigga why you accusin'? You actin' like a bitch, stop doin' that hoe shit Instagram, postin' pictures of your toe shit What the fuck? Niggas on some hoe shit I mean it like, niggas on some hoe shit Me and Stan, we on kick the door shit Back to back, kick up in your flow shit I run up in your house and I get the motion I ain't with the back and forth and all the commotion I was really down bad but now I'm floatin' Track to track, back to back, I go in Lap for lap, around the world, they notice Fast as fuck like a locomotive Walk in the trap like, "Hey" Look at that bitch like, "You ain't my bae" You ain't payin' my rent, my shit ain't paid Bitch wanna fuck and just get laid Nigga like me, I'm steady gettin' paid, huh Workin' that bitch like a maid, huh Workin' that bitch like a slave, huh Workin' 'til I'm in my fuckin' grave, huh Another verse, I can do it for fun Lyrical like a nigga, Big Pun Lyrical Lemonade with the runts Lyrical Lemonade, how I stunt Niggas hatin', I feel like I'm Cole Bennett Hop out the Tesla with a midget Came up in this bitch with a smidget Nigga talkin', I'ma make him cricket I can't settle for no minimal wage Nigga like me countin' the blues Nigga like me stay with the crew Nigga like me jump out the stu' Young nigga, I was countin' the dollars Young nigga make ya big momma holla Young nigga, I been countin' with partners Young nigga, I'ma spend it with goblins Young nigga, I stay with all the troops Young nigga, they gon' hop out and shoot Dark tints, thing gon' slide through the roof Dark tints, thing gon' show you what it do If you tell the cops, nigga, you lame Nigga think he flexin' with that lil' chain Nigga think he up like he the thang Nigga thinkin' 'til we take off his brain Go to the bank, pull out a fifty Bad bitch sent me pics of her titties I'm a clean nigga, don't give me hickeys Kicked her out after she suck my (Dicky) Where your bag at? Bitch, I got (Plenty) Sippin' lean, it go straight to my (Kidney) Big guns, we gon' shoot 'em with (Semis) Smoking runts, this shit, this shit gas

Ayy, I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm Jon Gotti I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm Jon Gotti She a model girl, I put my hands all on her body I don't do average, girl, she ride me 'cause she feelin' gnarly I got a Backwood, I be smokin' like I'm Bob Marley Take a puff, skrrt off fast like I'm in a 'Rari I be on some shit that people never seen before He said he down to ride but switched up, that is not your bro She said she fuck with you but talkin' 'bout you on the low I'm just sayin' shorty choosin', gotta watch your ho Takin' chances that they told me that I shouldn't take Now I sit back and laugh at them 'cause they was full of hate And time is money, we can't talk if it ain't 'bout the cake Now you an actor, fake, bitch just get out my face I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm Jon Gotti I just wanna ball, tell my haters that I'm sorry Yeah I want it all, tell me who is gonna stop me Let that hate dissolve, flyest niggas in the party I step in this bitch feelin' like I'm Jon Gotti

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow