Yeah, I ran up a couple thousand in the projects, mhmm

A menace to the judge, the hood don't like the profit, mhmm

I'm selling songs, I gave up on the narcotics, mhmm

Put this shit on like them folks got me a stylist, mhmm

Do you got cake? Mhmm

You chasing pape, mhmm

Mhmm, mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, oh yeah

I walk in with three hoes, that's a thirty, ten, ten, ten

They go drop a diss, tornado gang, we spin, spin, spin

Like Mike Epps and Ice Cube, I'm all about my Benj'

If they playin' with my money, I'ma map, man, man, man

If they think I'm running out of money

Then them dummies gon' be thuggin' for a very long damn time

She think she P, lil' bitch, I'm P-er

I treat you like a eater

I'm blocking hoes like I'm on the line

I'm pickin' up when money call

Balling like I'm a Spaulding

And they ain't tryna kick it wit' no **** so don't play soccer

She walk into my room like an adult, walk out just like a toddler

You knowin' what that mean, Lil Darius put that dick up in her box

I ran up a couple thousand in the projects, mhmm

A menace to the judge, the hood don't like the profit, mhmm

I'm selling songs, I gave up on the narcotics, mhmm

Put this shit on like them folks got me a stylist, mhmm

Do you got cake? Mhmm

You chasing pape, mhmm

Mhmm, mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, oh yeah

I know I'm the biggest snake, like a tree I'm having pape

They think it's my birthday every day the way I'm having cake

I just flew my bitch out to Miami, know she can't fit her jeans

Whole gang forever ball, they think that we got leukemia

Out of they league, no competition, they can't even compete with me

In my book bag, I got a whole lotta paper like a geek

My brudda, mmm, got a whole lotta bodies like a freak

Big motherfucking choppa BMF, I fuck with Meech

I pop out, get fresh as hell, nobody in my family got them Ms, I guess I broke the spell

Drop a 10, my partner fix it all and he don't leave a trail

I can go and tap my country boy, it cheaper when you just go through the mail

Ha, I ran up a couple thousand in the projects, mhmm

A menace to the judge, the hood don't like the profit, mhmm

I'm selling songs, I gave up on the narcotics, mhmm

Put this shit on like them folks got me a stylist, mhmm

Do you got cake? Mhmm

You chasing pape, mhmm

Mhmm, mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, oh yeah

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, oh yeah