I been countin’ money all day (All day)

God bless the chopstick, that’s how I pray (Amen)

Do what I want, don’t give a fuck what Simon say

Caught him at the car wash like Dr. Dre

Them people playin’ wit they ass, until we drop sum (Drop they ass)

I can’t even take a shit without the Glock coming (Facts)

Take that **** out the picture, Imma crop sum (Facts)

We gon’ keep shooting ‘til we hear the cops comin’ (‘Til we hear the cops comin’)

Ay, bitch, if you my **** then we locked in (Locked in)

If I’m a rapper, why **** keep gettin’ shot then?

Tryna slide down his block, you gettin’ boxed in

Ball hog, I’m tryna get a hunnid shots in (You hear me?)

Oh, you on your period? Give the head to me

A lotta **** still alive, but they dead to me (Dead to me)

I’m a muhfucka, fuck a **** momma

Two magic sticks on me, Cosmo and Wanda

We ain’t even go to church without that stick on us

**** scared, now they tryna put a hit on us

**** tryna set the play, put a bitch on us

Bring some tissue over here, we got that shit on us (Bitch)

Ridin’ wit’ a **** bitch, make her boot up

Made a hunnid diss songs to get they views up

Choppa hit him, doctor thought he got chewed up

Wrap him in aluminum, we ain’t puttin’ no food up