[Intro]
Y'all making this sh** more serious than what it need to be
Dough. Quit playing with me
[Verse 1]
New n***as hatin', wait, I know what's wrong now
Watch cost a restaurant
Pinky ring a condo
Better hand cuff her cause we're taking n***as b**hes
Choppers snappin' like we tryin to take you n***as pitches
The dealer sh** keep whipping with me like a slave master
You k** that n***a now, you get paid after
Not only I told n***as I show n***as
How to purposely sh** on gold diggers is you absolute n***a
I bought you round rose sippers
I don't do too much talking, I smoke n***as
Yeah, welcome to the land of the lost
It was they block, but we ran them n***as off
It was his b**h till that pinner in my Porsche pulled up
Like oh, forget that broke n***a, f**
I like to play but nowadays I mostly coach n***as
Don't speak no beef under the rug we approach n***as like what?
[Verse 2]
Hey hey, what you said Lord n***a?
For less then that people end up dead Lil n***a
Streets wanna know if you really getting paper
Uh baby mother you're f**in with hotel you take her
If you don't keep with a hundred, streets wanna know that
Run you out your on hood, n***a you can't go back
My name ain't on papers my n***a I ain't no rat
Money too bigger, my pocket I can't fold that
Uh nite time shooter out n***as bustin teks
They credit cards scamin or their bustin checks
We k**ed them in the hood like what the f** is next
He make me sure we eat, so show the plug respect
And them n***as you look up to their look up to me
Probably the only rapper that show you how to cook up a key
Disco's out to doughs that you choose to use disrespect through views
On a real n***a like me
I'm getting money saluted if you feel just like me
Say what's up if you trying to make a few mills just like me, yeah
Streets wanna know n***a
Streets wanna know n***a