Uh, I’m flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I’m Einstein
Yeah, I’m yawnin’, I’m so tired of ballin’
Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don’t fuck with new niggas
I blues your bitch ass, hope somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga don’t food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon on at the store
My niggas like Kanye with that good, my niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas be sayin’ they racked up, don’t let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools goin’ see you choke
I saw your bitch and she said, she tryin’ to move on and let go
Boy, I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don’t even know
Niggas be trippin’ over these hoes, I done came too far to get close
I’ve been outchea gettin’ bread and I don’t need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there, I’ll have my goon’s all at your throat
Niggas be lukewarm at the most and when I’m through ballin’ I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mack gettin’ his boo on in that Ghost
I’m still coming off the top of the dome but it’d be on a tombstone if I wrote, Tunechi

My kids already rich and they don’t even know
These nigga’s sayin’ they playa’s, they ain’t even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don’t even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain’t even Moses, nigga

Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don’t text me no long letters
I’m ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these ho’s ain’t got no job
And these niggas goin’ buy em’ everything
You goin’ fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I’m ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my niggas
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain’t fuckin’, she get the boot, let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain’t got time for love life, all I know is get paid
I’m high like Bonjour, twisted like French braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME, T, I feel like MJ
I’m working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead

Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn’t even know
I woke up and acted like I didn’t even know her, yeah
Don’t fuck with these fuck niggas, you already know us
I’m looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah

Pass that weed to the next nigga, blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile, I’mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li, young sex pistol, new money, no wrinkles
I’m hard headed, Ocho, Dedication Cinco, uh

What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me! Yeah!
Future fuck with me! Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I’m working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead
5!