I just counted 200 cash in a bulletproof Tahoe, nigga
Come get with me
This in a Vulture cartel, you know why?
'Cause we got bitches, money, and drugs
Top floor penthouse on Collins, nigga
Even when I go on a Persian rug
My fuckin' neck and my wrist look like broke glass, nigga
Play with my fuckin' V's, we gon' turn a murderer around this bitch
We got monkey nuts and tits 'round this bitch, what's up?
Yeah, why they choose to act like who ain't with it? (Why they choose to act like who ain't with it?)
Fuck what nigga say, I run my city
Millionaire still in the trenches (millionaire still in the trenches)
I took a loss before, but I got busy (I took a loss before, but I got busy)
And jump back in the trap like it ain't happen
My whole hood know a niggas reckless (my whole hood know a niggas reckless)
Flew her out for one day, on God, I ain't give her nothin' (yeah)
Fuckin' this thot, it's first night, on God, all I did was slut her (yeah)
Throw them V's up 'til I freeze up, go crazy 'bout my brother (go crazy 'bout my brother)
I know I fuck niggas hoes, how the fuck am I gon' trust 'em?
Yeah, vulture see that roll that weed up bitches leaches (roll that weed up bitches leaches)
Yeah, she a eater, nasty hoe who take it easy (nasty hoe who take it easy)
Yeah, savage in my blood, shit, I hope niggas see it (I hope niggas see it)
Yeah, bro don't give no fucks, kill niggas in front they people
Yeah, buy her what she want, just 'cause that pussy Fiji (yeah)
Yeah, trappin' like a trap start kick her out in Yeezys (kick her out in Yeezys)
Yeah, M.I.A. with choppas, see me when you see me (see me when you see me)
Yeah, love my bitch to death, she dark, I call her Reese's (I call her Reese's)
Fuck you niggas think? You hear that choppa ringin'
Yeah, I don't touch my profits 'til I make a payment ('til I make a payment)
Yeah, she know I'm a savage, she wanna have a baby (she wanna have a baby)
Yeah, bitch, know I'm a vulture, I ain't no fuckin' raven (I ain't no fuckin' raven)
Bitch, I been hood rich, nigga
Still comin' through the projects
For 40-thousand in my pocket at the dice game
You understand? Drippin' lemon pepper on these Hermès seats
In the back of the Cullinan
Yeah, bro, don't catch no feelings, all he caught was cases (all he caught was cases)
Yeah, my new whip matte black, the world gon' think I'm racist (they gon' think I'm racist)
Yeah, I treat dimes like nickels, my new bitch from Haiti (my new bitch from Haiti)
Yeah, smokin' on some good gas, they gon' think I'm racin' (they gon' think I'm racin')
Yeah, watch them killers brothers like he came in Navy
Yeah, I ain't got no choice, I feel like my haters made me (I feel like my haters made me)
Yeah, bitch I'm from New Orleans like I'm Wayne and Baby
Yeah, L.A. with the Lakers, you get killed for fakin' (you get killed for fakin')
