[Verse 1]
Would go and get a job, but I'd rather stay and stack
Fronted some n***as work and they ain't ever pay it back
But I f** with 'em
Get down, dirty, could go and touch 'em up
They momma like my momma so that'll kinda f** her up
Low-key, them collared shirts got a bu*ton up
Say he got a lot of blow, he better bu*ton up
A hundred stacks, you owe this to the game
But you surprised? Man you know this never changed
And besides, you'd prolly blow this on a chain
Now take me to the safe 'fore I blow this on your brain
I tried to earn cash and they ask where I get it from
n***a keep feedin' me that work then I'm a n***a's son
Z28's with 8 f**in' cylinders
Furnished my apartment with Ashley Millennium
b**hes keep askin' but Gates ain't givin' 'em
Take 'em home, bend 'em, to the gate where I'm sendin' 'em
You gotta keep in mind, I'm a street n***a
If you get out of line, I'mma get street with you
I'm from a state, you stupid, you die from it
Buy a brick, I send it in Louis Vuitton luggage
Buy 10, I throw in a Louis Vuitton duffle
Mini MAK 90, Louis Vuitton muscle
On an island, like who want to be a millionaire?
My kingpin speak Spanish and got pretty hair