I pay money for a shooter Double if he catch you in ya sleep Lil nigga only like 5'3 but the clip on the K hang down to his knees Poor ol me got hittas on lease Meanwhile I don't care nothing but the beat I just paid way too much for a brand new car and the roof playin Hide & Go Seek A feature's out the question I don't care bout the Cheese I don't give a shit or piss about the hottest MC You niggas ain't real as I thought y'all be I was naive shame on me You can get stomped barking up my tree My niggas is my niggas even when we disagree Between you and I, I can still let it fly with the bricks but I chose to take an absence of leave Money money money yeah I got it on my mind I answer all calls when a dollars on the line My homie in the wheelchair thought his homeboy had his back til that same nigga shot em in his spine 100 came for me to scribble on the dotted line Now a nigga shopping one album at a time I bought a red dot told me gon kill the game doing everything I can do not let em down What use is the truth if you like it watered down Bitch its the trap not a mutha fuckin lounge Niggas at the steps when the smell the food cookin When its time to go hunt they nowhere to be found Mutha fuckin clowns but I don't worry about it 3 ring circus 4 rings on the Audi Grow my beard out double clip on the chopper Wrap the flag around my head bitch I'm strapped like a saudi talk to em Man these niggas don't understand real life my nigga. you know what I'm sayin? These niggas still living with they mamma mane. be all... Be all on Instagram and snapchat and shit. Like they got jewelry, they got money and shit and living with they mutha fuckin mamma mane. You know what I'm sayin? and have to... and have to ask another nigga "Aye bruh loan me some money man." "Bruh I'm tryna get my car... ju... "Nigga fuck that! I tell all these broke ass, petty ass niggas, shut the fuck uuup! What he said My am I tired Watching Zoey broke got me mighty inspired 40 in my draws and the clip poking out of my shirt like the pegs on a bicycle tire Fletch in the feds and his baby mamma wise Tell em hold his head he'll be home in no time Answer every call, every time, anytime, it's the least I can do shit I'm on the outside Here stands the truth in a room full of lies But you can't pull me out like I'm wearing a disguise Cause these niggas so fake and it looks so good Got ya lil silly ass rappin flying blind Nah I can't see worth shit but that's fine Reflex scope nigga I can hit a dime from like 75 yards Going down wind, eh might take me like 2 or 3 times I remember mamma had to go put in that lay away singing 3 babies no daddy still made the way Now I'm trying pay her back with money that I made today Finally I'm not afraid I'm a leave a paper trace All my brothas hold me down like ankle weights I got yo bitch in my living room hanging drapes Either I'm too lazy or these windows too big House empty like I moved in yesterday I mean its furnished but I'm too busy to decorate I'm not even in the kitchen I don't miss the cake I'm in my garage with my blueprints drawn In this mutha fucka tryna plan a prison break I'm the man for the job not a minute late I'm just out here getting to that money I'm not in a race Snappin in this bitch like we still playin pencil break Only thing worse than empty pockets is an empty safe Talk to em Don't trip mane, this shit crazy mane cause you know in this game mane, niggas out here be wanting you to feed them and shit You know what I'm sayin? Like they some mutha fuckin ally cat or something nigga You know what I'm saying? Like a dog or something mane Mane like, niggas need to get out here and get they own shit You know what, you feel me Trip? You know what I'm saying man like Niggas... niggas ain't like us man Niggas don't know how to hustle You know what I'm sayin stack they bread Niggas be spending all they money on some ol stripper bitch Say that I'm a few hundred short to get a Maybach but my driveway still lookin like a race track Neighborhood watch I got 20 something guns here bad boy take that I suggest that you pray that that you make it out alive 30 shot 12 gauge bitch if I miss once I get 29 more tries Now back to the doe Its been a long time since a nigga been broke Shit I can't remember last time I seen a roach Actually... it really wasn't long ago But point is I grind like a never had shit Scratch that I grind like I don't have shit I did a lot of ignorant shit back then Shoulda coulda woulda I don't live in past tense Flyest as superman if he came from the hood Now if only I could use these powers for good But I ain't got nothing for a nigga but a slug I'm all over my cream like I'm pouring hot fudge Holy fuck! Gouly! Gotham! Batman Just pulled up with a plug Slingin that poison ivy, he be like fuck Laughing like the joker to the bank keep countin up I can't let you count for us then I be fuckin up And that's no fun She like, "Baby that sucks. Where is the trust?" I'm like, "In my kids' trust fund" Ain't I conceded my pockets stay hungry andIi got to feed em My family depends on me, I gotta lead em So I get the money and then I repeat it and then I repeat it We gon keep on grindin

Your boys and Juicy J Woozy gang Don't let me get in my zone Got a moonrock in my cone Got a bad chick in my i8 & Her ass off of I just rang through but Half a mil to remodel my home That I only slept in twice Smoked out parties every other night I am not at the club I brought the club to me And you not on the guest-list If you ain't got no double D's Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Sleepin on your chick She saw my car and she blacked out She woke up and saw a real nigga, for the first time And passed back out Fucking with a vet I got these hoes in check I break some rubberbands, they get they panties wet Just copped a pound, and let her break it down in a lab Then roll up some more cones And blow more smoke than a power plant

Uh Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Woah, woah, woah, uh I might hop out in Europe, step all on your heart These bitches is thinking they ballin' with me Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no goin' back I got that dick that'll mess up your life Girl, bangin' with me is gon' come with a price You know some of these niggas is married in life But I come with that dick that don't come with no wife You keep throwin' that back, ain't no throwin' no rights I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite Then I bring my ass back if we run outta line Said I hop out in Europe, step all on your heart If you bitches is thinking you ballin' on me Look, my future is bright, so I don't want no parts In no negative time, bitch, my time isn't cheap They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like- I hit the pussy like square up (beat it up) Fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja, baby That's what I think, I don't know the baby She wanna see, wanna know where it's at You fuck me, ain't goin' back Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, yessir) Bad lil' bitch from the 'Gram Head good, she might get a gift Say she a ride or die I say "Good, bitch, ride in the Lyft" She can't wait to get a piece of me I tell her get all she can eat She ain't never made the honor roll All I see is them double-D's Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy How she chewin' on the wood with no teeth How she made a tidal wave with both cheeks Woo, I might OD Rich nigga, know that's a fact Got your hoe, now you know that's a wrap You keep callin' tryna know where she at I fuck her once, she ain't going back Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no going back She said she gettin' tired of the average dick All these lame niggas is done quick She say she gettin' tired of the average dick All these lame niggas is done quick

That pussy hella good, brains extra dumb O-M-G, I think I'm sprung Had a lotta Franklins, burned a lotta strong I do this shit for fun I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung Addicted to this fast money, boy I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I got a bad bitch fetish, boy I think I'm sprung My bitch bad and my weed loud I fuck lil mama so good, that I make that bitch seem now My bitch bad and my weed loud I fuck lil mama so good, that I make that bitch seem now My bitch bad and my weed loud I fuck lil mama so good, that I make that bitch seem now Pussy so wet, we got done, she needed three towels But I think I'm sprung, because every night she on redown My old bitch seen my new bitch, abd she text me go to hell I text her back, can I get some head L-O-L I'm in that two seater, rolling up loud and watching Blow Yea this coupe might be clean, but my money filthy tho He want a deuce I told him meet me at the liquor store Don't ask me if my money dirty, yeah I'm guilty ho Let me see ya tongue ring, bumping 3-6 Getting head, while I'm countin' boy That's G shit That pussy hella good, brains extra dumb O-M-G, I think I'm sprung Had a lotta Franklins, burned a lotta strong I do this shit for fun I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung Addicted to this fast money, boy I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I got a bad bitch fetish, boy I think I'm sprung I play bitches like NBA 2K New J's on my feet, blunt to my face Ridin' in the back of the phantom like Miss Daisy I stay firing up the trees I'm a arsonist And I ain't been sober since I been born And the way I flip them whips it's like they transform Big boy truck I call that bitch Optimus Prime To a drive head phantom watch it recline I'm sprung on pussy stay jumping in And a fiend for them drugs, Tyrone Biggums Her becky fire, she got me hooked Celebrity rehab probably got me booked That pussy hella good, brains extra dumb O-M-G, I think I'm sprung Had a lotta Franklins, burned a lotta strong I do this shit for fun I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung Addicted to this fast money, boy I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I got a bad bitch fetish, boy I think I'm sprung Got a two leader with 6 o's Got a new bitch she wanna fuck But I don't want to cause I'm too throwed Went to sleep, drankin' and smokin' Woke up doing the same shit The crazy part about it I got a clique of niggas who do the same shit Flipped a thirty pack of loud and [?] it all with my jeweler Got a team full of Kobe's that mean they all shooters Lil mama extra bad I swear she thick as a horse And that pussy just like my paint job, extra moist Stupid wet, she got that stupid sex O-M-G she got that stupid head Yea I like her but I could only fall in love with money I'm ballin' round that bitch, but she can't get nothing from me That pussy hella good, brains extra dumb O-M-G, I think I'm sprung Had a lotta Franklins, burned a lotta strong I do this shit for fun I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung Addicted to this fast money, boy I think I'm sprung I think I'm sprung, I think I'm sprung I got a bad bitch fetish, boy I think I'm sprung

Who I be? Juicy J One bitch won't do shit, I gotta fuck two a day Always 'bout gettin' paid Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away Blowin' money like weed smoke Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back On the block like a running back Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps These niggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes Seen the same bitch in the club suckin' dick for some Rosé Mo A few words of advice but I keep my name off your tape, young nigga I got niggas that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger Once again, I be goin' in I be at these niggas necks like a violin Nigga fucked up, gotta go and try again 1-800-GET-RICH, broke nigga dial in Let me tell you people what a boss is You ain't rich if you still got broke friends Cause you know they still hate on a nigga Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't get caught up though I pull them triggers Cause I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas How can a nigga trust any one of you clowns? When my own family let me down Everybody in this mothafucka, hands out Bullseye on a mothafucka's grands out So I thumb swag, niggas know I stand out Pull up in the Casper, then the bitches ran out Neck shine like police lights Niggas lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it Bitch fuck with my money, somebody gettin' killed Gotta watch these niggas, gotta watch these bitches I trust my chopper to watch my riches Sewed the game up like stitches Fuck snitches, you niggas comin' up short like midgets I try to keep the shit one thousand With the niggas who kept it one thousand I'ma hustle, fuck loungin' When I didn't have shit, you didn't come around then Thought she was my bitch, she was your bitch Her bitch, his bitch, a for sure bitch You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her These bitches love givin' head, love spendin' bread Sellin' pussy on the low, what you said?

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes