100s on 100s, I'm stacking my dollars We got a truck full of choppers

We put up on you, let it seem like the opera uhhhhh

Playing too crazy, get beat like piñata

We biting down, down like piranha I beat you down, down like your mama

She ain't a local so I can raw dog her

Laying low, I just been stacking my guala Five percent ten on that slider, Impala

Sick in the head, better call up my doctor, i'm off my meds, so I'm off of my rocker

They call me NASA, I got me a rocket My finger on button, don't want me to launch it

We having motion, they probably won't stop it Remember those times we were in that apartment, Here go 5 just put his ass to bed, oh, we hit his brother dem instead

Big ol' chopper aiming at your head I don't think you'll ever need a vest

Bitch, I'm fresh as fuck, I must confess Still gon' clear the scene till nothing left

Earned my fuckin' stripes, now I'm the ref Pulling up on **** with a tech

Glock with switches aiming at your neck Put it on em, make a **** dance

She know she can get a bag from me Bitches feel like she just need a chance

If she look at me, the bitch is fucked I don't even need a second glance

If he play with me, the **** bust I'ma leave the **** where he stands

Fuck a ****, get up Six-pack on me like a **** do sit-ups

She suck dick till the bitch get hiccups I drop a hit and get a **** hit up

I turn a pretty bitch into a widow I need a bitch to call me on my shit

And I need another bitch to stroke my ego