I got a big bank Let them know this shit stank Babyface, but I'm rocking a big face Well known in 6 states Celebrating, but it ain't my birthday Niggas just get cake Get back, get your ass wacked Sergical in this bitch [?] Real niggas done turned fake I seen it all I'm the nigga that you know score touchdowns without the ball Tell my bitch it might be a workout when we leave the mall, 'cause my bags heavy Don't call me until my cash heavy See my old hoes, then I act petty [?] can't fuck with me, you know my cup with me Real boss, ain't no touching me Ain't gon' make it back, and nigga come for me Dub on me, can't go in there nigga, less the club want me One and only, fuck with street niggas, more money than the club [?] New coupe when I pull through, doing numbers on YouTube Doing numbers in the hood too, and I'm good in the berbs too Boy, you my son, like I birthed you Your bitch can't fuck with my worst two Going in like a kerphew, spilling drank, chewing percs too Raff Simands in my closet, bitch, blow a check, 'cause I'm balling, bitch Fuck her good, never call a bitch I ain't never really lost shit These niggas tryna act like they don't see me, but they watching heavy You getting money, but you kinda petty Tell the truth, lil nigga, you ain't ready Used to ride 6's on the Chevy That's an old school Put my life on these ProTools I run game, and I coach too They copy swag [?] You sleep, nigga, then hit the snooze We up forever, fuck whoever We don't want shit but the chetter, nigga I got a big amount I had them in a drout Baby chopper sitting in the couch I fuck your bitch and I send her out Rap sheet, got some felonies Still fuck around on the side Crossed over plenty state lines Take the plain for the safe side If you really getting money, show it Break a half pound down and blow it Stevie Wonder, talking to you niggas, saying y'all can't see Peezy and you know it Better show up with that check then I'm a ghetto boy, and that's it Bad bitches talk the best shit But can't even really suck dick [?] exit And I never ever seen these niggas inside of the club flexing And I fucked on my best friend Fuck niggas got no say so Hustle hard, and I ain't change clothes Stack until the whole month gone Sucker shit is what I ain't on You can move right on hard road We still don't live by the same code Throwing bands on the stage though Nigga, long live Flav, ho Skip the fake and the foney shit, let's get straight down to the pro You don't know, then you will never know They just popped a whole chetter grove