So welcome to my den, I got paid and got a chauffer
Iâma ride âer to the end
Got a extender on the forty and that forty got a twin
All I know is dirty money but when I count it I feel clean
Got a daughter on the way, tryinâ to become a better man
And you can say I ran this shit but you can never say I ran
Say the money keep me high, oh how I pray I never land
But I donât play so no wonder why I feel damn (damn)
Yes Iâm a workaholic babe Iâm not in the plan
But I bought as if our plane and give enough snot in my plans
The type is what I stand and the tough flow is where Iâm stand
No Iâm not inviting you to visit, Iâm just saying
Sorry I donât recognize you talkinâ âless you payinâ
And I really canât recall the last time I weighed grams
And Iâm in the water, snapping like a clam
Lighting with that fire like a cross from the Klan
Guess Iâm over-aggressive, chewing like a director
And you donât even have to act you can get shot just being the extra
You calling me retarded brain shit I feel special
But I still chase the Gâs that isnât digestive
Party every night, I feel festive
Trapping like the laws and got the balls to come arrest us
School at hard not to get pussies and elective
And rich will sort it easy, staying rich is more impressive
Shrunk off the power, now Iâm throwing up my section
Tryinâ to find a Mag 90 to add to my collection
No I donât need no bodyguards, got my protection
Sing your lady your frang is in the mail, you get the message
Damn I need a massage, my lifeâs so very stressful
My masseuse keep talkinâ âbout how my back
That bitch better be careful
I tried fucking what rat niggers call myself being helpful
But you think weâre here for France
You gotta twist it like a pretzel
Fuck you and your career
Hope you hear me loud and clear
The chopperâs a magician
Why not make you disappear?
Yea I heard your boss, three musketeers
Milky Way sniggle that shit give you diarrhea
Cause you so full of shit, none of that shit you say is real
Whereâs the car you say you drive that donât come out till late next year?
Itâs okay, Iâll wait till you come up with new ideas
You spend that in the mall, blow that kind of doe in siz
All I talk is money now this music to my ears
Iâm so motherfucking fly they burned some planes on my pears
Wear them stinging jeans, make you niggers look queer
My pants never they tight even when my pockets filled
My bitches pop their pussy, pop their gum and pop pills
And I fuck âem for free, pussyâs never on my bills
Bitch I got game Iâm call it up to give you chills
Ball so hard I need a 60 minute high light reel
Still down with the same pack of niggers I come up with
Shut eye to in the scope they finally opened up my budget
Now Iâm in this motherfucker Hollywood
Stunting niggers forgotten how to fight
You gotta shoot âem if you punch âem
Sing fat lunchinâ long as the money coming
Shout out to baby Jane and thatâs what keeps my motor running
You not ready for what we hit your blocked up in the bombing
Guerilla gangster grill, Mr. Trip, DJ Trauma
Motherfucker get money