Going

What's up ****, you feelin' me man?

It's like a mother fuckin' space ship, man

You got the homies

You feelin' me yet, man?

Gold VVS is on this motherfucker

Let's go man, let's take it for a little spin, man

Show you what it feel like

(I gotta go make these drop offs)

You think you the only one out here workin' B?

Gotta make drop offs too B

Come on, man, get in man, let's get to the

I already picked up, been dropped off, I'm gettin' used to this

Let them know I really do this shit and I ain't new to this

My hands in everything involved in money, bitch, I movin' shit

This'll wind, it'll pop, but I put the whole deuce in this

They label me a member so I'm active in the system

Doin' what I say, I ain't actin' like them ****

You can ask them OG's, they'll tell you I'm official

**** that ain't shit they havin' wolves come and get you, bitch

Pay only fuckin' with you when it's been official

Got my Adidas stripes on, bitch, I'm so official

Move that rock, rock your block with this whistle

****, these ain't no rocks, strait drop, gotta hitter

Ain't no pressure, I don't want no beef, play for keeps, we gon get 'em

Bitch, we pullin' heat, we ain't all sweet, we gon' hit 'em

Pay got them bills around this bitch like it's Christmas

And we passin' racks around this bitch like it's tennis

Hey I'm thumbin'

Thumbin' through these hundreds, that's so stinky

If I don't like it, I don't want it, where my cookie with y'all pinky

I'm plugged, all through my state and your city

Bitch, fuck gettin' litty, come stuff these in your titties

Show no pity, shoot the whole fifty till it's empty

Run our city, turnin' soft the harder way, call it pity

**** this is in me, all this codeine killin' my kidney

I got brown for you Bobbys I got white for you Whitneys

Hey, filthy, poured a whole eighter in a sippy

No trustin' in my **** bitch, we shifty and we sketchy

Package came in, them bows was wrapped like it's Christmas

I can get you gold it's just dependent on how I'm feelin'

That tough shit's an act, **** case with the fillin'

'Cause I ain't hear your name when we was doin' all that killin'

I ain't see your face, I see a G with ice glistenin'

All this shit these **** rap about, we really livin' it

Money