Ay shorty, you know what I’m saying
Some niggas palms be sweating
Some niggas palms be itchy
It don’t matter, a nigga just gotta get it
You know what I’m saying, nigga
We built this shit from the ground up
Nigga, The Carter, nigga
You know what I’m saying
We been around the world getting money nigga
We been to every ghetto, every neighborhood
Every project, nigga
We worldwide hustlers, nigga (Belie’ that bitch)
You know what I’m saying
Let’s get them niggas, let’s ride shorty

Indictments, got us conspiracy for murders
Five young niggas uptown servants
Word, they bird curving for serving
Look, the worstest of the worst is shooting out like they’re George Gervin
Bitch, and we was raised in these war times
Jail also made men in these hard times
And don’t cry I’mma get mines so pray for me
I’m on the block on the grind, mama pray for me
So nigga respect my G, respect my grind
Nigga respect how I eat, respect my mind
Nigga respect this heat
When these niggas out of line, nigga we dress up and creep
Whoa, shorty I’mma blow their whole block
Fucking with a soldier, mastermind his own plot
Third-ward survivor, uptown madness
Killing is a hobby, jacking is a habit, bitch

We don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck
We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us
And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out
And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby
C’mon, we don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck
We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us
And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out
And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby, c’mon

The murder man, picture me lurking
Right up behind your curtains nine’s squirting
And you could hear it when it’s hurting
But if I hear him hurting I’ll walk over and murk him for certain
I took over the circus
‘Cause I’mma act a clown if you put your feet down on my surface
I walk around, for pound and surface
To spin your ass around in circles, you urkel
Blood run up out your earth now you’re purple
Your homeboy get it first, but you’re worst so
Now you’re headed to the skies above
And I’m go and get high with your bitch in the club
Yeah, life’s a bitch and death’s her husband
And you’re gonna have to meet up if you keep on fucking up
And you’re gonna have to meet us if you keep on fucking up
But you don’t want see them CMB blood knuckle up

We don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck
We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us
And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out
And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby
C’mon, we don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck
We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us
And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out
And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby, c’mon

Shoot him in his head so he remember
Because of that mama I’ll be gone ’til November
I be back next winter in a Hummer on spinners
Them niggas on the block say them boys gon’ get ’em
But them niggas on the block don’t know the toys come with him
Tell your boy come and get me if I go he going with me
I’m hoping y’all feel me, I told y’all what the deal-y
You open up your face I’mma open up the semi
I open up your kidneys now you’re floating up the Missi-
Ssippi river nigga play with deep water now you’re swimming
Silly, you play with me, Carter, now you’re missing
Really, I shoot you in your head and make you feel it
And even though I be the man with the milli’s
When the shit go down I be the man with the milli’s
Beef cranberry on the ceiling
This is the Carter, bitch welcome to my building c’mon

We don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck
We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us
And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out
And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby
C’mon, we don’t give a fizzuck my nigga we’re young and bizzuck
We’ll fuck a nigga’s shit up if nigga is fucking with us
And then pump ’em make ’em lift up, hit ’em up and be out
And we’re out for cash motherfucking money baby, c’mon

Wish a nigga would say something, gotta
Standing right here, guns up boy
Weezy F, Birdman
Holler back