[Intro]
Super!
They go crazy
Yeah
They comin' in and out, in and out, in and out
Trap spot boomin'
[Chorus]
Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 co*ked, it got the kick too
Servin' n***as like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f** me better when the rent's due
I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you
She s**ed my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
[Verse 1]
Treat me like I'm Al Capone, n***a, f** you
John Gotti, Illuminati, n***a, f** you
I put a middle finger up, because, f** you
This money got me geekin' up, n***a, f** you
Red bottoms with the fur like Frank Luc
I bought some VVS and she caught the chain flu
I f**ed this R&B b**h, I should thank you
Yah, I was sippin' my codeine from the beginnin'
She jocked my whole team, she seen who's winnin'
We light Liv up on a Sunday, come see us livin'
This for my dogs on the one way in penitentiaries
Send a direct hit, you gotta pay attention
I just lit my wrist up, I need some more attention
She didn't wanna play fair, I put her on suspension
I put a ki on Greyhound now I'm in a new dimension
Offered her 25, keep tryin' to take some of my percentage
I was petrified you know my right wrist authentic
I get glorified, that Richard Mille cost 250
I'm a big dog, it ain't no sense in holdin' back
On my Usain Bolt sh**, I ran up me a sack
f**in' with them strippers all in G5
And as soon as the club closed we board the G5
I got scammers and junkies lined up on each side
I got five percent tint on each side
I tried to make it outta school on the East Side
I'm on my Nicky Barnes sh**, so it's f** school
I'm blowin' money real fast like Big Meech crew
I like my hundreds stacked up, I like ‘em neat too
They come in stuck together when they in the wrap still
I f**ed a rapper b**h, I was on a drug deal
I f**ed a rapper b**h, I was on a drug deal
[Chorus]
Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 co*ked, it got the kick too
Servin' n***as like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f** me better when the rent's due
I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you
She s**ed my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
[Verse 2]
I f**s R&B b**hes, should thank you
Them bricks coming in like the John Doe crew
They put a number on your head, they tryna stank you
I'm ‘bout to take ‘em out the game, n***a f** you
They got me goin' insane, now it's f** you
I let my brother f** your b**h, he got the dog food
I damn near get half a ticket for a walk through
I f** dem Super Bowl b**hes down in Houston
I got this Westside freakin' like boostin'
I built my empire up like Lucious
Ayy gimme pounds, gimme bricks, I'm a nuisance
I make the blogs with ya b**h cause I'm ruthless
I make the blogs with ya b**h cause I'm ruthless
Yah, I get cash money like I'm Mack Maine
I just put a rapper b**h on game
I be smokin' rapper weed with my gang
I just slam dunked ya b**h hall of fame
[Hook]
Got the money comin' in, it ain't no issues
I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you
Got the MAC-11 co*ked, it got the kick too
Servin' n***as like Doughbeezy in my house shoes
Ya baby mama f** me better when the rent's due
I just a f**ed a rapper b**h, I should diss you
She s**ed my dick, she came home, I bet she kissed you
[Trap House Skit]
*Knocking*
n***a, with yo loud a**, bruh
Yo, what's going on E
The Big Frank Dog
I know you be trippin', bruh
I just got this lil, god damn, hoe with me, bruh
Let me get a gram right quick; smoke that hoe out, right quick
A gram? Man, if you don't get yo a** up outta here, n***a
Get that n***a a** up outta here, man
n***a talkin' about he want a gram
What, you wanna Grammy?
Boy, you trippin'; you trippin', bruh
Let me leave with a bag, then, I'm good for it
You a goddamn fool; I can't do nothin' with no god damn $10
Get yo a** on outta here, man
Try to come up here for no damn gram, n***a
That's candy money n***a
A gram!?