[Skit]
f** you lookin at aye! *guy mumbles* you think I'm f**ing crazy aye! The f**! You know what I'm sayn. Sosa's on the motherf**ing beat now! f**ing with the f**ing I8 driving through the f**ing streets. Just tryna carry my f**ing sh** down the motherf**ing ship! You know what I'm sayn. Don't be f**ing callin your home boys. I'm just one f**ing gangster against all you mother f**ers! Come on! the f** is up? You know what I'm sayn. T up mother f**er! Step ya f**ing game up!
[Hook :]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthaf**ing hood, its ain't how you steal its how you k**
Now I'm rich b**h, its ain't how you feel its how you live
And I'm on some big sh**, It ain't what you was its how you is
When i come have your 3D Gla**es in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, ima tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers flame it up and now your dizzy
Hit Obama, told him ima pick him up and he said really?
[Verse 1:]
On some street sh**, come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich sh**, pick you up in a Bentley
Im riding stock paint, and my sh** still look like candy
All these tools on me, man i look like Handy Manny
n***a I'm an astronaut, n***a you's a sandy
You ain't never jump out the water, you use to swimming
That mean you never jumped out the porch, no types of sports
I got my own sh**, i don't need no type of source
Me and guap, we be kicking it in all types of sorts
Hit the louie store, and i buy all types of shorts
Dont let me in the NBA, we knock it off the shore
But meet my muthaf**ing pistol, knock you off the court
[Hook :]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthaf**ing hood, its ain't how you steal its how you k**
Now I'm rich b**h, its ain't how you feel its how you live
And I'm on some big sh**, It ain't what you was its how you is
When i come have your 3D Gla**es in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, ima tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke foja flame it up and now your dizzy
Hit Obama, told him ima pick him up and he said really?
[Verse 2:]
On some country sh**, I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk, what the f** they trying find
When they pull me over, they say i smell like a pound
I say I'm always going up, I'm never Gloing down
Twitter this, Twitter that, I'm going Slim Dunk
Pull up on ya block, whats in my gun make ya run
This balling sh** be fun, but shooting pistols funner
I get the money later, I got shooting pistols hunger
And when I'm done sparking, roll up and I forgot
Sosa you can't have this snub in the club, I ain't retarded
I do everything without giving f**s, I nonchalant it
Sosa what the goals you want in life? I want the money
Sosa what type of weed you smoke? I want the onions
Sosa what type of chips you like? I want the funyuns
I'm riding low in cold water or I'm riding around
Came with my cannon, can't win, don't try it
[Hook :]
Sosa since you got this money, you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthaf**ing hood, its ain't how you steal its how you k**
Now I'm rich b**h, its ain't how you feel its how you live
And I'm on some big sh**, It ain't what you was its how you is
When i come have your 3D Gla**es in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older, ima tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke foja light it up and now your dizzy
Hit Obama, told him ima pick him up and he said really?