f** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expanding my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your b**h
With both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park
Counting g stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body something
You looking at me like I'm probably fronting
I f** around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hanging around y'all cause n***as like you
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smoking the rock
I got more riches than you, f** more b**hes than you
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you
f**ing punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you
You was never sh**, your mother should have swallowed you
You on some tag-along flunky yes man sh**
Do me a favor; please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't f** with whoever, put your money up
Put your j**els up, no f** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up n***a or shut your mouth up
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing bu*thead
My game is vicious and cruel
f**ing chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that b**h is a fool
How come you can listen to my first album
And tell where a lot of n***as got they whole style from?
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this n***a something, before I crack his jaw
You running with boys, I'm running with men
I'm a be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all n***as like "damn it this n***a done done it again"
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm making wonderful figures
I don't f** with none of you n***as
I might pull out this gun on your n***as
And rob every last one of you n***as