I sold him thirty-five but you can do a three for ten
I can knock a nigga hustle but you just a middleman
Ain't no room for you, nigga, boy, don't worry what I spend
I'm Pablo Escobar mixed with some Clark Kent
She like your head big as hell but she talking about my dick
I'm in the house bored as hell, I done faced me a six
I be facing big blunts, I ain't chasing no bitch
I be drinking dark cups, I ain't chasing no bitch
I might chase her off a pill, now I'm thinking with my dick
I had made me like a M before I went and bought my kicks
My lil' nigga slow as hell, he taking pictures with the switch
I was thinking it was love before them pussy niggas switch
You ain't getting no money, I can tell by your bitch
I can promise I don't wanna touch it when she take another dick
I had to tell my nigga chill, he tryna take another hit
I swear to God, I really live like a nigga move bricks
I can't calm down, damn, know I'm a different type of rich
I got eight hundred horsepower, gotta snatch it when it grip
You know I sit a nigga down and get to tossing out the clip
I get to scoring isolation, I don't need no assist
These niggas really groupies, they be worse than a bitch
Catch a nigga, I'm extended, they won't [?]
The internet be faking real life, they different
If I pay for a nigga, I want him dead, not living
My cup eight hundred, I drink three of them minimum
My shoes too big to fit, you can't get in them
If I ain't really liking his tone, get rid of him
If you leave me and her alone, it's getting physical
Right now I'm real high on some outer space shit
Them niggas got some play money, swear them boys fake rich
Niggas with me sick as hell like Magic with this shit
They be catching on late they don't understand this
I wonder how much codeine came out when I piss
I'ma call my driver but I sent her in a Lyft
This a five-gram wood I'm been smoking for a minute
Brand new G-Wagon with this rich nigga in it
Got a brand new Bentley, put Franchise in it
Take it out the lot and take it straight to the trenches
