Better act right 'cause I smack dykes
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe
b**h wanna live that rap life
But I already hit that last night
Think you're f**ing with me, huh?
Must be hitting that crack pipe
I be making my money
Thank God I learned how to act right
My cash like that c**aine
Give me more, say give me more
Don't worry about it, ain't no thing
Big titty hoes in my videos
Cla**y b**h, don't kiss and tell
Smack her a** and then wish her well
Life s**s, better give 'em hell
Get money, f** girls, free Biggavel
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A million in my briefcase
Gotta shop for some real estate
I'm at the party with d**, though
Turn it up, b**h feel the base
Throwing money in your face
Feeling good, living great
Bad b**hes in dip states
It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase
With p**n stars, sports cars
And my crib got a courtyard
How we get all this money, though?
You know how big his tours are?
Greedy b**h, you a needy b**h
Want some money, but need some dick
I'm about monogram
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram
My hologram
We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to s*uts
Crib's like a mob boss
My b**h get my car washed
We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop
'Cause all we do is f**, f**, f**
All she wanna do is f**, f**, f**
All she wanna do is f**, f**, f**
All she wanna do is f**, f**, f**
f**
Don't I look like a drug dealer?
Don't I look like I'm somebody?
k**ing beats with that Murder Inc.
Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti?
Riding through with my hippy van
You broke b**hes don't give a damn
You softer than the Michelin man
Your b**h put her p**y on Instagram
Better go hard when my flow start
They brand new but they all carbs
Your pockets is on low carbs
She do a show, she a p**n star
In the penthouse, with the pants down
With the camera out, no hands now
Them hard d**, we don't ran out
Can't believe that's somebody's grand child
She's so bad but i like it
Wanna hear your p**y, I'll mic it
My credit card bill is righteous but
Girl that a** is so priceless
Spend the night with the right b**h
My dick ill, my pipe sick
Small p**y, tight fit
She loves to sniff that white sh**
f** free, no charge
I play the p**y like Mozart
Eat the p**y, I won't starve
Love the p**y with my whole heart
b**h named Layla, my Clapton hoe
Gimme head put the Benz in captain mode
And my belt monogram
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though
When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram
We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to s*uts
Crib's like a mob boss
My b**h get my car washed
We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop
'Cause all we do is f**, f**, f**
All she wanna do is f**, f**, f**
All she wanna do is f**, f**, f**
All she wanna do is f**, f**, f**
f**