Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week

Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap

I'm a wolf, you a sheep

Makin' money in my sleep

I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three

I should go and get a sleeve

Plain watch fifty G's

Not no SIs, these V's

What if I go ice my teeth?

We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?

When I cook, don't use no grease

RGS, we run the streets

Last time a **** checked, you ain't even have a check

Lil' bro a hundred pounds with the chopper, soakin' wet

Rappin' 'bout a hundred bands, that shit layin' on my chest

In my pendant, you see emeralds outlinin' flower set

You see ice all in the front and it's ice all in the back

I be signing autographs when I step one foot in Saks

I got pants, shirts, and hats

The fitting room look a mess

My bitch a ten on her worst day, this ain't even her best

Don't forget to stand over him, give his ass the rest

If the feds find what I'm doin', they gon' give a **** the chair

**** beefing over a thousand dollars, the price of my bitch hair

**** talkin', but I don't care

Don't even count it, it's all there

The way I'm shittin' on these lil' ****, it ain't even fair

From Rock City, not State Fair

I'm not a game, but I'm a player

Let me hear you **** diss and I'ma put you in the blender

Bring the mink out in the winter

Drop the top, it's still September

'Bout these hoes, these **** tender

I can't even do shit with her

She better say all this shit hers if the state troopers flick us

Don't worry 'bout me talkin', I won't give they ass a hiccup

Catch you standin' on your block, blicka, blicka, blicka

Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week

Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap

I'm a wolf, you a sheep

Makin' money in my sleep

I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three

I should go and get a sleeve

Plain watch fifty G's

Not no SIs, these V's

What if I go ice my teeth?

We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?

When I cook, don't use no grease

RGS, we run the streets

New anniversary make these hoes wanna fuck me

If I let her give me head, then she lucky

I told her, "Fuck a baecation, bitch, we goin' to Kentucky"

I can't hide the scent on these 'bows 'cause they musty

I can't let no civilian hit my cup 'cause it's muddy

I sip so much of this shit, I might turn into a zombie

Your pussy kind of mid, baby, I'm just bein' honest

My fit cost some shit, boy, I'm tired of bein' modest

My bitch got a CPL

She ain't even had to get no BBL

That **** that you lovin' on a rat, I can see his tail

All these diamonds pokin' on my glasses, I can't read the mail

Let a whole thing go untouched, I ain't need a scale

I don't need no clientele, ****, all I need is cut

Put my dick all in her gut

Put my thumb all in her butt

She think so highly 'bout her ****, but his ass a crumb

I spend like 15k on clothes, I do this every month

I know you heard about the last opp, his ass in the blunt

Fuck if the truth hurt your feelings, baby, suck it up

She don't really want shit out of life but a tummy tuck

No, it ain't no love in these streets, so I just run it up

Spent twenty-five hundred on some brand new Amiris, they just came out last week

Bitch, ain't nothin' I do cheap

I'm a wolf, you a sheep

Makin' money in my sleep

I just copped two hundred oranges, I paid fifty-three

I should go and get a sleeve

Plain watch fifty G's

Not no SIs, these V's

What if I go ice my teeth?

We got switches for the smoke, who wan' go in a leaf?

When I cook, don't use no grease

RGS, we run the streets