I ain't got no rap for you ****

Phat Geez, Why Not thru the bloodline let's get it

Fuck them bitches we just want the money

When you broke they treat you like you funny

I done seen a lot of **** change

Get some change they start acting funny

I done seen a lot of **** fold

How you hang with homie if he told?

He ain't pull the trigga lil **** froze

We them ones runnin' round with them poles

Member all them hoes I expose?

Bitches still fuckin' Lord knows

We the type never share clothes

Different swag, different wardrobes

These **** know the memo

They keep on hatin' while we countin this mothafuckin' paper

We them mothafuckin' youngins' that all them oldheads look up to

We gettin' this mothafuckin' money out here, ****

We ain't doin' no fraudin'

You **** ain't real, we gettin' money like we got a deal

They cross that line then they see how it feel

We gettin' high off the weed and the pills, right

We up in the field

Youngin' hug the block, just like Shaquille

It's kill or be killed, finger on the trigger I let it peel

Woah, you bitches don't know me

When I'm on the Laker feel like I'm Kobe

Drop the top like Ginobili

All them clowns around you look like a circus

You **** ain't focused, **** riding waves

See where it's goin', these bitches be hoing

Think she on the low but my **** knowin'

It's lookin' like I got a stylist

Flying my bitch out the island

Young **** fly as a pilot (young ****, what?)

Watch out the coppers still watchin', watch out the coppers still watchin'

Strapped up with 30's for **** who plottin'

Put my name up in a rap then you dying

Ain't gettin' money them **** be lying

Probably somewhere in the hill, I'm chasin' a mil

Bitches be fuckin' forreal, bitches be fuckin' for pills

We go to war with the steel, shootin' shit act like I'm Bill

**** act shady when its coming down to the bill

We them youngin's runnin' round with them drills, we them youngin's runnin' round with them drills, woah

We them youngin's runnin' round with them drills, we them youngin's runnin' round with them drills

Act up **** you gone really get killed, act up **** you gone really get killed

I can tell you ain't really in the field, I can tell you ain't really in the field

Act up **** you gone really get killed

You the type **** pop shit in your tweet

I'm the type **** pop up with the heat

Ain't bout no 'fetti we don't call it beef

Servin' the shit that they put on the leaf

My **** hunnid deep up in the Reef

I got them double C's all on my sneaks

Fuck yall forgot what I did to the streets?

Fuck yall forgot what I did to the beat?

White S7, Panda, all black Pana-mera

All these hoes staring, I might fuck her on camera

Flexing 'til them **** jam ya

Brung them birds from Atlanta, brung them birds from Atlanta

Tell the homie bring the quarter back, no scramble, woah!

We fuckin' that work up (young **** x3)

Yeah, young **** fuckin' that work up

Selling dope, scramble, White S7 Panda, all black Pana-mera

All these hoes, staring

Sellling dope, scramble, selling dope scramble

White S7, Panda, all black Pana-mera

All these hoes, they staring, all these hoes staring