[Verse 1]
Stunt so hard got eleven hundred chains
When b**hes look at me they know I'm the sh**
I'll stomp on ya swag don't give me that sh**
You sound like a f*g don't give me that lip
Cut you up then I split then light up a spliff
My b**hes got b**hes and these b**hes s** dick
I f** the p**y up and I pa** to Big Rich
And he pa** my blunt while I get my dick licked
I got my crew in College and my crew in 2-6
I got Jesus with me I wear that crucifix
Ag on the beat, he produce the hits
We spend all the money, so we consumerists
I'm talking all the fashion we wear the newest kicks
And the chains and the bracelets and the watches on our wrists
Yeah that's my sh** and I'm going to the moon
With the money I resume to consume to build a house
Up on the moon to house my j**elry cause I'm runnin'
Out of room in my dorm room and when I die put my
Money in a tomb and we'll call it God's tomb