I'm a rich n***a like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Do it right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart what I'm known for
Skinny jeans, I don't do those
I'm the start us up part or the shoot for
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I'm moving five mill when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
s**er-free and I'mma chill, bro, I'm too cold
Long as I'm around f** they need you for?
Riding in the Chevy toting three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G sh**
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G sh**)
They want G sh**, give it to 'em
They want G sh**, give it to 'em
If you don't know me let me tell you something, shawty
Still got that chopper, make you run for it
Camouflage, dog tags
Got 'em following, when you see me better haul a**
Keep it G at all costs, whatchu call that
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap n***a, s**er, fall back
A broke n***a he may entertain all that
All left field, keep it true, n***a
Save the flash in the dance for a new n***a
Keep speaking for the ones who ain't got a voice
k** 'em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain't gotta die about it?
Don't waste my time, slime, why the f** we talking about it?
Still riding in the Chevy toting three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G sh**
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G sh**)
They want G sh**, give it to 'em
They want G sh**, give it to 'em
Now what the f** is an ounce? We smoking bout an LB
We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I'mma take this sh** to trial, they got nothing on me
Avion, the Champagne, b**h, I'm 'bout to OD
I got a bag full of birds and motherf**ers getting bought
Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
Young n***a hit the club with the twenty of them chains
When Jay was beefing with Nas I was selling c**aine
When Game was beefing with 50 I was doing the same thing
I was at the hospital, n***a, Meechy got shot
f** you n***as talking 'bout? I love that n***a like Pac
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G sh**)
They want G sh**, give it to 'em
They want G sh**, give it to 'em