It's 5:40 Franchise- shit I drop a bag on 'em, raise the tag on 'em Yo hoe wanna take a pic, she know it last long 500 thousand in the bank, but 10 cash on me They say my bag was a bit to big, look like a bat tho' Tell me why would I argue wit a nigga who could work for me? Can't get high inside my Benz, cuz I'll kill you if you burn my seat Countin' money wit' my son, I love that nigga, he like a mini-me My walk-in closet bigger than yo apartment, nigga you can't fuck wit me I got "BABY" on my chain, but he really got a baby chain We put smoke after that boy like a nigga won't go show yo state We a knock a nigga off, we don't give a fuck bout what you claim Play wit me inside yo city and I bet we make you move away Fastest version of this car, but I still pull up late Nigga mad, you don't wanna be his friend, I think he gay Hutch told me what was goin' on, you niggas jewelry fake Hutch I'm sorry, I know that was some shit I wouldn't even Supposed to say Louis V duffle bag, spent a bag to hold the bag When I swerve outside the lane, the car go back so I don't crash I can't even take you serious, you ain't never sold a bag All my shit be brand new, I'm the one who pop the tag Nigga think this shit a game, we gon' have to show his ass Nigga think this shit a game, have lil' bro go blow his ass Got two dracos in my coupe, if you try, you get gassed They been rappin' for so long, how the fuck I shoot past em? And I still jet past 'em