Both my side bitch fighting

Last year wasn’t that exciting

Had to just do it like Nike

Run a check up no Nikes

Light the bitch fast like lightening

All these pussy **** biting

Bet the fuck **** wanna try me

I know why these **** don’t like me

Baby mama said I changed

Cause I won’t buy the bitch a range

She ain’t feel a **** pain

When I ain’t even have a thang

Funny how shit change

When I was just a lil lame

And you don’t know the shit I been through

Just yesterday was all a dream yeah yeah yeah

Woke up

Had a dream a hundred bands on me

And I had a fn on me

For all the pussy **** playing on me

You gotta really believe to see it

Cause I ain’t even have a band on me

We had to stand in the line at the club

Couldn’t afford to put a band on

Now a **** eating papadeaux’s

Got some bad bitches and the fam with me

Diamond chokers playing stop and go

HP said why you playing me

I just got back from the tropics smoking out the pound and I got a tan on me

Had to go and see the pussy **** first

Cause I heard the **** lying on me

Money calling my phone now

Well hello

Tell the bitch that I’m home now

Got lean pour the whole thang

We ain’t gotta pour 4s now

I just wanna ball till I fall

Stack it wall to wall

Go tear down the mall

I just want it all

Hold on hold on hold on

Bitch hold the line

Sauce dripping it’s the season for eating

20 vice grips couldnt hold the grind

Son of a god can’t hold the shine

Wrist heavy I can’t hold the time

Money calling interfere with the check

Imma have to let a **** hold the 9

Both lines jumping fucked up make it hard for your lil bitch to reach me

I stay out of the way and I’m stuck on the grind so it’s hard for these **** to see me

Shit I just make it look easy

These **** biting man I swear they wanna be me

I’m Jordan in the clutch put it all on the line

And I bounce back hard with a three peat

I’m trying to ball till I fall no hate with

season no lowrys or flavor

Tunnel vision the bullshit later

Ducking hate dodging nay sayers

I want it all when it come to the paper

The cars and the crib on the hills no neighbors

Big check with the commas and the zeros

Counting that shit I don’t need no favors

When your pockets empty ain’t nothing funny

Rick James

Should’ve never gave a **** money

Rack to my ear

Your bitch in my mouth

Drinking hen straight out the fifth

Feet on the sofa like fuck your couch

Money calling my phone now

Well hello

Tell the bitch that I’m home now

Got lean pour the whole thang

We ain’t gotta pour 4s now

I just wanna ball till I fall

Stack it wall to wall

Go tear down the mall

I just want it all

I just wanna ball till I fall

Stack it wall to wall

Go tear down the mall

I just want it all