(Haha yeah, yeah) I'm not satisfied I don't stop I need too much damn guap Still fucking on your thot I threw two million off a yacht Feel like Jordan Bell when I shot I'm on a roll finna pop-and-lock Felt like Huey momma let it drop This nigga getting moody talking 'bout is thot He better move before he get popped I'm finna send this nigga to the doc 313 on socks Fuck the free world bitch I'm hot That's a freak girl it's your thot I'm in me world what's a cop? I'm like grease popping out the pot She like eats right from the top Count up yeast and I won't stop Niggas just mad cause I'm counting up Yeah it's your block that I'm pounding up You take this little $100 and round it up They see a little money then sign 'em up These niggas be signing for bullshit I walk in there like with a full clip And I'm not even rapping that hood shit My time is a fee, how much it's gonna be? I hop in the booth and I chop up the beat The niggas not me cause they cappin', 1P These niggas not street cause they cap on a beat You making me laugh like capital C It's karma, he sensitive, he ain't laughing at me They laughing at you cause you claiming the streets You gon' get your ass beat tryna bang on them streets You goofy you geek, you act like you street You talk to the police, lie through your teeth You goofy to me, get put on a tee Bitch I ain't gon' save you don't hand out to me $500 a beat $3000 a feat The fuck I look like boy you thought it was cheap Bitch I don't make jazz I'm not Pistol Pete Bitch I'm on your ass you thought it was sweet